Who tipped the oil jar over? Half sweet rain, half grease.
Rain poured down, the viscous liquid mixed with oil falling into every corner of City World. Cat sheltered beneath an eave, licking its fur. After just a few licks, it began retching, then floated into the air, struggling.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Light of the Firmament darted through the sky faster than the naked eye could see, continually rescuing people from the air and carrying them into buildings.
But even with her light-speed movement, she could do little against nearly a hundred billion people floating in the sky.
The brothers Rhodes and Roman looked at Chen Feng. "Should we rescue people too?"
"Yes. Save whoever you can."
Had he not seen it himself, Chen Feng would have struggled to believe that someone whose attack power approached star-burst rank still couldn't fly.
And there was more than one such person in City World.
Hundred-Ton King, the brothers Rhodes and Roman, even One-Punch Superwoman—every last one of them was grounded.
Roman suggested, "Why don't we interrogate Gold? He worked with God for so long. He must know something."
Chen Feng shook his head. "It's no use."
Rhodes refused to believe it, however. He went straight at Gold with his blade, slicing him more than a thousand times within a second. "Talk! Where exactly is God hiding?"
Gold looked at his arm, now stripped down to white bone, and gave only a flat reply. "Keep going. Don't stop."
"You asked for this."
Rhodes's gaze darkened as he raised the Flame Blade again.
"Don't bother," Chen Feng said, stopping him. "He was willing to take all of City World down with him to avenge his sister. Do you really think a lunatic who isn't afraid of death would fear pain?"
Rhodes roared, "You're not the