A breeze swept across Masadora's central square, cracked by the immense pressure, and stirred a faint trace of dust.
A moment ago, Genthru the Bomber had been kneeling in despair after his Nen was forcibly stripped away. Now his body was undergoing a horrifying change.
The sacred white light of All Things Erasure had not faded when his explosive Jujutsu vanished. For over a decade, Genthru's body had been steeped in his own vicious Nen. Without that power to sustain him, the structure of his life essence began to collapse under the scouring force of the law!
"No... my hands... my body..."
Genthru looked down in terror. Before his eyes, his fingertips crumbled into fine ash and blew away like a mummified corpse weathered for millions of years. It did not hurt, but watching himself pass from existence into nothingness was ten thousand times more terrifying than any execution!
"Save... save me..."
He struggled to call out to his accomplices, Bara and Sub, only to discover that the divine pressure had crushed their organs the moment it descended. Both were already dead.
In no more than three breaths, under the gaze of more than ten thousand players whose pupils had shrunk to pinpoints, Genthru the Bomber—a man who had seemed untouchable and had bloodied his hands countless times—vanished into the air.
There was no agonized scream, no explosion of blood and flesh.
His entire being, along with the very concept of his existence in this world, had been erased from both the physical and spiritual planes.
A breeze swept through. Nothing remained where he had been—not bones, not even the faintest speck of ash!
The thousands of elite players who had been relieved to see the bomb threat lifted finally broke at the sight of this impossible scene, so like