"Get out of my way!"
Looking at the prisoners crowding the entrance to Sin City, the man's eyes brimmed with murderous intent as he roared at the top of his lungs.
A vicious aura surged around him. Even a glance into his eyes could send a chill through someone.
There was clearly no energy in his body, yet he ran extremely fast, not even falling behind ordinary people who had undergone their Second Awakening.
Clearly, his physical strength had already reached the limits of the human body.
But the instant he approached the gates...
The gates abruptly turned somewhat crimson, and even the air filled with the smell of blood. That presence felt inexplicably oppressive.
"Those who trespass into Sin City..."
"Die!"
An icy voice suddenly rang out in the air, devoid of any human emotion.
A blood-red giant hand appeared out of thin air and reached for the man.
"I'm getting out!"
"Anyone who stops me dies!"
Not only did the man not retreat, he ran even faster, stirring up the whistling wind around him.
But in the end, he still could not escape the Blood-Colored Giant Hand.
It seized him and held him in midair, unable to move.
"Let me out!"
"Let me leave this godforsaken place!"
"I won't accept this!!!"
The man kept roaring in midair.
But the giant hand was like a machine without any feelings, tightening its grip on him.
Blood flowed continuously down his skin.
His eyes, too, were filled with defiance and despair.
Using the last of his strength, he turned his head and gazed greedily outside through the narrow gap in Sin City's gates, his eyes full of longing. In the end, he even slowly reached out a hand, as though trying to grasp something in the air.
But unfortunately...
The giant