Crack, crack.
The asphalt ground instantly cracked. In the distance, in a parking space by the roadside, there was a car that had been accumulating dust for over half a year. Its owner had only recently refueled, maintained, and washed it, planning to drive it home for the New Year in some time.
The car windows shattered with a boom, and then a horrifying scene unfolded.
With a speed almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, this black sedan was compressed into a piece of black scrap iron in the solidified air.
If someone were to look closely at this moment, they would surely notice that in an instant, the compressed scrap car bore hundreds, even thousands, of tiny holes.
A figure moved with extreme speed, and the Martial Saint Illusion unleashed a life-threatening strike.
Just the aftermath of this strike was enough to instantly kill a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
