Gonzalez was not someone who could face death calmly, otherwise he wouldn't have chosen to surrender.
At this moment, with the crisis of life and death right in front of him, he barely had time to think before begging for mercy.
However, a terrifying force pressed in from the outside, even though his physical strength had long surpassed the imagination of ordinary people, tempered and enhanced countless times.
Yet in the face of this power, he seemed so fragile.
In the blink of an eye, his cheeks turned a liver-like color, veins bulging on his forehead as if they would break through the skin's restraint.
Every blood vessel stood out under this immense pressure, seeming ready to burst at any moment.
He struggled desperately, trying to muster all his strength to resist this terrifying external pressure, but everything seemed so futile.
