Killer's Spine Broken, Flags Changed Along the Long Streets, Satoru Gojo Sweeps Away the Disloyal!

Deep within the cold, filthy shadows of the swamp trees, the thick stench of blood left behind after Hisoka had been completely vaporized and blown apart by divine power still continued to spread through the damp, frigid night wind.

At the edge of the hundred-meter-deep crater smashed open by the massive golden foot of gravity, the forcibly crystallized earth was faintly steaming with heat.

At that moment, Illumi, Killua's older brother and the eldest son of the Zoldyck Family, was hiding in the shadow of a dead tree not far from the crater.

He had originally disguised himself with countless steel needles, making his face look like a bizarre monstrosity covered in nails. But after personally witnessing Hisoka instantly turn into pulp beneath a Divine Miracle, the steel needles on his face snapped and fell away in an instant.

His muscles trembled in utter despair, and his entire face convulsed violently. Illumi's eyelids twitched as his pitch-black, pupil-less dead-fish eyes widened to their limit.

He stood frozen beneath the black tree shadow, dumb as a wooden chicken. He could not imagine that Hisoka, a powerful and sinister man whose strength rivaled his own, had stood before this white-robed god—

Only to prove as fragile as an ant on the ground, unable to endure even one second. That golden giant foot had crushed all laws and dignity. ... "No... impossible..."

Illumi let out a trembling, despairing scream in his heart. As a cold-blooded professional assassin—

He had undergone the cruelest and harshest assassin training since childhood. His heart had long since been frozen solid, devoid of fear.

He had always been proud of his assassination skills, and even prouder of his ability to control every situation. But at that instant, the invisible aftershock of imperial might brushed across his body. For