Then knives—shimmering, razor-sharp, and dozens of them—materialized out of thin air, hovering behind him like the wings of a metallic demon.
Sabrina gasped.
"W–Wil—"
Wilson flicked his wrist.
The first wave of blades shot forward with terrifying speed.
They struck Ross's shoulders with brutal force.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Ross was ripped out of Sabrina's arms as he was thrown backward, his body twisting violently from the impact.
Sabrina stumbled forward with a scream, her hands reaching out in a helpless reflex.
More knives appeared.
This time, hundreds.
They filled the air in a swirling vortex of death before Wilson clenched his fist and sent them flying.
The next instant was a nightmare.
The blades plunged into Ross's chest, stomach, back—everywhere.
Puchi
Puchi
Puchi
They sliced, pierced, and tore through him, turning his body into a human pincushion.
Blood sprayed in all directions, warm droplets splashing onto Sabrina's face and dress.
