The Vanished Strongman

Killua held Nanika and screamed himself hoarse, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face. He used all his strength to suppress Nanika's power, only to find that his Nen was as insignificant as a drop in the ocean before that terrifying force.

He could only watch helplessly as countless devastating attacks swept toward the bald man in the yellow jumpsuit.

The destructive power continued for a full ten minutes.

When the last spatial rift slowly closed, when the roiling dark clouds gradually dispersed, and when the earth finally stopped trembling, Kukuroo Mountain had become utterly unrecognizable.

The once-grand Zoldyck Family castle had now been reduced to ruins. Its towering spires had collapsed, its sturdy walls had been leveled, and several peaks from the once-lush mountain forests had been sheared away, exposing bare rock.

The underground base from earlier had vanished completely from the surface, leaving behind only a massive, bottomless crater.

The people hiding in the family's designated safe zone dozens of kilometers away were all pale-faced, drenched in cold sweat. As they looked at the distant ruins, which resembled the aftermath of a meteor strike, their hearts still pounded wildly.

Silva leaned against a large tree, gasping for breath. His clothes had been torn in several places, and his face was covered in dust. In all his years, this was the first time he had ever been in such a sorry state—and the first time he had felt death looming so close.

Zeno looked no better. His hair was a mess, and his eyes were filled with lingering fear. Even in his prime, he definitely would not have been able to withstand that power. Forget taking it head-on—he probably would not even have been able to get close.

Illumi emerged from the shadows. His face remained cold, but the hand