Fein looked at the huge deep gully with the shape of a sword in the distance. When seeing its power and the damage it caused to the surroundings. He was surprised.
He knew that if Voli tanked that attack, he would only suffer minor injuries at most. The abnormality of S rank body has long transcended common sense.
Even military tanks would be divided in front of the black slash earlier.
If Albert tanked it, he could still probably survive with his S-ranked endurance.
Albert came near Fein, whose brain circuits were running fast.
"How about those tigers?" Albert pointed to them.
The White tigers were lying on the ground, they are breathing hard and sweaty. Even with their color white skin. The paleness on their face is apparent indicating how exhausted they were right now.
Fein's eyes flickered. "It's time to say hello to the afterlife, I guess?"
