Chapter 402

Nolan moved like lightning, his ghostly figure darting through the chaos, untouchable and unstoppable. Wherever he passed, it felt as though death itself had arrived. One by one, the crowd collapsed. The blood pooling on the ground flowed like a crimson river, painting the battlefield in a scene of utter carnage. The rain poured harder, thunder rumbled, and lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the night and the hellish chaos below. The flash of light revealed Nolan's face—calm yet terrifying, stained with blood. Mad Dog stood frozen, watching in horror as Nolan rampaged through his men like a tiger among sheep, his blade mercilessly cutting them down. With every strike, Mad Dog's fear grew, his face pale and his eyes wide with terror. "Madman... You're a madman! Where the hell did you come from?! "This strength—it's not human! You must be a Grandmaster—or even a Supreme Grandmaster!" Mad Dog felt his resolve crumble. He could see it clearly—Nolan's strength was far beyon