Chapter 135

Screams erupted from the crowd as bodies were sent flying. Limbs were torn, and blood sprayed into the air, a grim testament to Timothy's terrifying power. No one could follow his movements, and they couldn't even track the blur of his body. One moment, he was dozens of yards away, and the next, his cold, devil-like face appeared right in front of them.

Like a brush sweeping across a canvas or fragmented film reels playing, he moved through the crowd with fluid grace. Heads exploded like overripe watermelons, and only the blood mist left behind hinted at where he'd paused in his deadly dance.

The knife-wielding men began to lose heart, their movements slowing. This was their first time facing someone so fearsome—someone who seemed less human and more like an unstoppable force.

Timothy finally came to a stop, flicking away his cigarette butt. He rubbed his hands together, a wicked smile creeping across his blood-splattered face. "Time to end this."

With that, he launched forward lik