After landing, the young man didn't hesitate for a moment. He immediately began slaughtering everyone around him.
He raised a hand and struck with the force of thunder. The instantaneous impact, exceeding a hundred tons, blasted a gun-wielding special forces officer into a cloud of blood mist.
With a sweep of his hand, he gathered the blood mist in the air instead of letting it go to waste. An invisible force condensed it into a small mass, which he absorbed into his body.
None of the Security Personnel present were capable fighters, let alone the ordinary civilians around them.
As a result, even though the young man seemed to be doing this partly for fun, he was like a tiger among sheep. No one could last a single round against him.
After creating nearly ten clouds of blood mist in a row, the young man seemed to have tired of playing—or perhaps he felt this method wasn't efficient enough.
He stopped punching, lowered his hands, and briefly gathered his strength.
On closer inspection, faint traces of blood appeared on the ground beneath his feet, as if the earth itself were bleeding.
Once he had finished gathering his strength, the young man spread his arms as if embracing someone. His body quickly softened and merged with the blood seeping from the ground.
The next moment, under the gaze of countless people nearby, the ordinary street abruptly transformed into a blood pool.
Blood gushed from the ground in wave after wave, as if it were free.
The dark red torrent swept away everything in the street. The sheer volume of blood even lifted parked vehicles off the ground. The people nearby were utterly powerless to resist; they could only watch as the surging torrent engulfed them.
"Requesting reinforcements! Requesting reinforcements!"
"No... Aah!!!"