My Own Kind!

Observed from the scarred, bleeding, uneven Land of Sins, the Fist King seemed to have surpassed the skyline beyond Manjusaka, the City in the Sky.

At this moment, time seemed to freeze. All the sinners, be they attackers or defenders, stared at the sky, dumbfounded.

For hundreds of years, not a single sinner had ever broken through the firmament by force, much less contaminating the supreme, flawless, and impeccable Manjusaka with their filthy, hideous body.

Furious flames were burning between the throat and abdomen of all the sinners. They suddenly had an uncontrollable urge.

Even the thugs and bandits on the leader of Liberty City's side were deeply awed by the dominance of the Fist King. They couldn't help but shout in their hearts, Break it! Break the sky! Break into Manjusaka!

However…