Chapter 845 Cheer For The Massacre; Give Me A Blood-Soaked High-Five!

Zayn had never felt so alive and gleeful since he walked the path of being the best fighter. Not even killing Xander nor Mia had been as ecstatic as this. “Stop it, Rheasian! F**king stop it! Stoooooop!” the foreign transhuman screamed as he chased Zayn around. There were a few times when it felt as though he was close to stopping Zayn, but the invincible man always dodged it with his impossibly nimble maneuver. All twenty-off foreigners were felled, one by one. No one could withstand a single one of Zayn’s attacks. Some of them were being smacked so hard they crashed onto the wall and caused it to collapse. Kenneth woke up from his brief spell of unconsciousness and watched it unfold with his face turning whiter and whiter. His fear was so gripping that it numbed him from the pain flaring all over parts of his body. “God help me, Satan’s here,” he mumbled to himself. To these foreigners, Zayn was nothing but Satan himself. By the time Zayn stopped, every single foreigner was dead