Lucille's punches were swift and fierce. She moved like a ghost, leaving only her afterimage behind.
Not to mention hurting her, those men couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes.
After a few rounds, the killers finally realized that they were getting single-handedly beaten up by her.
Lucille was quick and accurate. As she attacked, all the defeated killers felt that their bones were about to break.
On the desolate and remote path in the suburbs, there were a lot of screams and wails.
They couldn't go on like that.
"Guys, let's move together!"
They all agreed to attack as a group.
So what, though? In the face of absolute power and strength, anything they did was just ridiculous. All they could do was put up a final struggle before their ultimate demise.
Twenty minutes later, Lucille ended the battle.
The sky was completely dark.
The light from the surrounding fire reflected everything in front of her.