Shot was gone.
Not even a corpse remained.
Pizarro and Devon glanced at the charred ground, and only one thought remained in their minds.
Run—!
Pizarro's presence instantly withdrew.
He lightened his breathing, suppressed his heartbeat, and forcibly crushed even the fear and killing intent from moments ago.
"Shadow Hunt: Hidden Shadow!"
His over-seven-meter Human-Beast Form skimmed across the ruins.
His brown fur rapidly changed color, gradually blending into the surrounding rubble, broken walls, and shadows.
After several breaths, such a huge man seemed to vanish into thin air.
On the other side.
Devon ran even faster. Activating her Nine-Tailed Fox ability, she swayed and transformed into a bloodied middle-aged man.
Clutching her shoulder, she staggered toward the distance, where dozens of survivors who had just escaped the ruins had gathered.
Old men.
Women.
Children.
Some were stopping the bleeding of the wounded.
Some sat on the ground, trembling.
Others wept as they searched for their families.
Devon lowered her head and slipped into the crowd.
Her steps were unsteady and her breathing ragged. She even grabbed a handful of ash and smeared it over her face.
No matter how anyone looked at her, she was merely an ordinary person who had narrowly survived a disaster.
Rock remained where he was and merely raised his eyes.
His gaze fell upon the half-collapsed ruins several hundred meters away.
"Have you hidden enough?"
Within the ruins.
Pizarro's expression instantly changed. How was that possible?!
His Shadow Hunt: Hidden Shadow could suppress his breathing, heartbeat, and presence all at once. How had this guy—
Crackle!
Before the thought could finish, blue-white lightning exploded before his eyes.
Pizarro's pupils shrank sharply.
"What kind of joke is this, meow?!"
Boom!
The ruins violently exploded.
His over-seven-meter Human-Beast Form reappeared.
Since he could not hide, then