"Damn it!"
Grover suddenly became irritable. He raised his sickle and rushed towards Joelson. He said, "Kid, I don't believe you are that strong!"
Joelson glanced at Grover indifferently and stretched out a finger.
He aimed at Grover and gently swiped the air.
Under the gaze of countless pairs of eyes, Glover's body froze and he maintained a forward posture.
The next second, the blade of slaughter in his hand suddenly broke into two from the edge of the blade.
Next was Glover. A thin line appeared on his forehead and extended downwards.
His body slowly separated and was neatly divided into two halves from the middle.
His entire body fell down like a pile of trash, falling to the ground and turning into a pile of rotten meat.
Everyone blinked their eyes, stunned by the disaster. They had no time to react at all.