C212 Black Whirlwind

Distorted God did not charge towards the four men who had combat strength, but towards more ordinary hunters.

Miserable cries once again soared to a new height. The hunters were like wild dogs, thrown out. Miserable cries drew an arc in the air, forming parabola lines.

Green Man turned around and rushed towards that miserable cry piece. He wouldn't watch these ordinary Hunters being slaughtered