Jaston District.
With a smile on his face, the "Son of the Dawn", clad in a red robe, stood tall amidst the fiery flow released by a native demigod.
The intense flames and scorching heat could not even damage a corner of his robe.
In his hand, he toyed with a red, blood-like thin thread.
The fine red thread could cut through anything, possessing ultimate sharpness, capable of easily creating any 'wound'!
Whether it was reinforced concrete buildings or bullets and artillery shells, or even steel, ice, and flame... wherever the red thread passed, they could only be evenly sliced open, revealing smooth cuts.
"Boring!"
Looking at the desperate native demigod opposing him, the "Son of the Dawn" slowly uttered a word as countless blood-red threads burst from his hand.
Puchi Puchi!
They pierced through buildings and extraordinary abilities, through the chests of heretics on the ground, and also through the torso of the native demigod...