He gave the battlefield a fleeting glance and abruptly raised his right hand, throwing his Cloak open. A torrent of Fog gushed from his entire right side, swiftly forming a bloody, three-meters-long giant arm in the Air. The Fog Man leaped up like a Shell, and that vicious giant hand fiercely swung forward.
Bang!
The ground shook violently, and the Street cracked open. At the center of the battlefield, there appeared a huge palm print that was half a meter deep, with surrounding spider-web-like cracks filled with fresh blood. Inside the palm print, several flattened bodies devoid of Vitality twitched slightly.
"Sss..."
The Fog Man beside the Pit waved his hand, drawing in large swathes of the rising Blood mist into his body, appearing utterly ecstatic.
