Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Three streaks of sword light sliced through the night sky, too fast to make out even a blur.
Centered on Saitama's apartment, countless flashes of sword light suddenly lit up the deserted area for several kilometers in every direction!
Abandoned high-rises, empty roads, dilapidated parks... Fine slashes appeared across every building at once, and then—
The entire deserted area crumbled in an instant, as if it had decayed for a thousand years, turning into a sky full of flying sand!
"Whoa~" Satoru Gojo whistled, his Six Eyes excitedly tracking the path of every grain of sand.
Chen Tian flashed back onto the balcony and glanced at Satoru Gojo.
The white-haired madman understood. He lazily stood up and lightly grasped at the sky with his right hand:
A terrifying gravitational force erupted in an instant!
The sandstorm was sucked toward the sky like it had been caught by a powerful vacuum cleaner. In the blink of an eye, it condensed into a giant sandball several kilometers in diameter!
The ground was revealed—
A bottomless pit, its edges as neat as if they'd been cut by a laser.
Saitama's apartment stood all alone in the middle of the pit, like an island in the ocean.
"This... This..." Saitama's eyes widened, his mouth gaping wide enough to fit a lightbulb.
Satoru Gojo was about to tease him when the bald man suddenly clutched his head and wailed:
"Ahhh! My apartment's an island now!" Saitama dropped to his knees, clutching the balcony railing in despair. "No water, no electricity! The supermarket's so far away! The roads are gone! I can't run there! I can't get the sale items anymore!!"
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The three of them were speechless for only a moment.
A massive, sickeningly viscous malice erupted from the bottom