The immense shock left Vulture momentarily dazed, his eyes wide with disbelief.
Even if this person were incredibly powerful, his physical body couldn't possibly withstand temperatures higher than those around him.
The only possibility was that this man had some unknown ace up his sleeve.
But looking at John's legs, they seemed normal, with no apparent protection.
It was just an ordinary pair of shoes—could these shoes be some kind of magical weapon?
Impossible, absolutely impossible.
Yet John didn't give him much time to think.
Without any hesitation, he dashed forward and appeared right in front of Vulture.
Vulture's pupils dilated in panic, trying to retreat, but it was already too late.
The next second, he felt a chill on his neck and saw a knife resting against it.
His teeth chattered uncontrollably, desperately trying to make the knife move away from his neck, but the next moment, he felt a sharp pain.
