The flash of a blade vanished in an instant! Peace returned to the surroundings once again. Buro stood rooted to the ground, motionless. It was as if someone had restrained his movement.
As for Parkhurst, after being struck by Nathan's winding lightning, he sprinted with all his might, fleeing into the distance. Unfortunately, after only a few dozen meters, his head dropped from his shoulders like a ripe melon from its stem, rolling to the side. His headless corpse moved for a few more meters before finally collapsing to the ground powerlessly.
What?
Max's pupils dilated rapidly when he saw this. His mouth dropped open as if he saw a ghost in broad daylight. There was a pin-drop silence. Horrified, Max quickly shifted his gaze back to Buro, who stood motionless in the distance. Countless vampires and tens of thousands of humans looked at Buro with apprehension. Thoughts were running through Max's mind.
Buro, are you okay? If you're okay, please move a bit! Why are you standing there motionless? Are you scared silly?
It seemed as if Buro heard Max's inner thoughts and wanted to give the latter a response.
Buro moved. He glanced at Parkhurst, whose head had been separated from his body, and then slowly lowered his gaze to look at his chest. His clothes were burnt to a crisp. There was also a distinct line of blood on his chest. He glanced at the bloodstain on his chest and couldn't help but raise his head to look at Nathan, giving a wry smile.
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