One head after another rolled down, each smeared with glaring blood, their features frozen in sheer terror!
In the Hall Clan's great hall, everyone was taken aback.
Silence!!
George stared blankly at a head by his feet, none other than Bulwer, the first name he had called out earlier.
This notorious killer from the United States, once the Dark Killing God who faced a hundred foes alone, now lay quietly by his feet.
Only a mangled and shattered head remained, with brains mixed with flesh and blood, facing him with lifeless eyes.
Bulwer's dim eyes stared fixedly at George, filled with deep despair and terror.
George felt as if he had fallen into an icy abyss, his legs trembled, and he collapsed to the ground.
And the heads on the ground were glaringly—
Bulwer, Egert, Mad Wolf Hanssen, Cold-blooded Mark…
The names of the masters he had called out earlier all corresponded to the heads on the ground, each and every one, not a single one missing!!
