Vulture's eyes widened in horror as a sudden, overwhelming sense of danger flooded his mind, but it was already too late to dodge.
He bit down hard, desperately trying not to reveal any other weaknesses, yet he felt a chilling sensation at his neck, followed by a gush of blood that sprayed out uncontrollably.
What should have been a simple matter to resolve now left him completely defenseless, his hands clutching his neck in terror.
John took a step back, feeling perplexed.
In his view, even though Vulture's situation might differ from the outside world, he was still supposedly bolstered by the so-called power of heaven.
It shouldn't have been so easy for him to be injured—what was really going on?
John did not let his guard down but continued to watch Vulture intently, as if waiting for his next move.
