chapter 442 Northwest Gantry

The destructive power of a punch capable of demolishing mountains was truly terrifying.

For several tens of seconds, the sky was illuminated by dazzling blue light, which gradually faded away. In the sky, Jonathan stood alone. In front of him, a column of dust was rising from where Franky had stood moments before.

"A single punch turned the Son of Judgment into dust?" Horace gasped, looking at the slowly rising smoke, feeling as if he had a bone stuck in his throat.

Even after...