Swoosh!
Suddenly, his figure vanished from Alex's side, and a powerful gust of wind immediately swept past the formation of psychics, with Kahn reappearing at the other end.
Thud!
Thud!
Thud!
In the next second, the heads of the psychics started sliding off their necks, dropping to the ground like pieces of meat.
Each of them still had the same focused expressions on their faces, without even knowing how or when they died.
Splash!
A geyser of blood spurted out of their severed neck, pouring down to the ground like rain.
Splosh!
The bodies of the psychics started falling to the floor also, splashing blood everywhere with each impact.
Kahn stretched out his hands, his lips curling into a grin as he relished in the sight of blood raining to the ground.