BOOM BOOM BOOM
Mjolnir was pushed back, his expression finally cracking. He looked at the thousands of crimson eyes behind Kent, each oozing overwhelming killing intent and sigh.
All he could do was stare dumbfoundedly at Kent.
There was no way someone who hadn't even reached the realm of Godhood could possess that much control over killing intent.
In fact, from what Mjolnir had seen in the last few eras he had wandered the universe, not even Celestials had that much control over their killing intent.
They didn't even have enough kills under their belts to possess that much killing intent.
However, Kent did, and that was just too shocking.
"H-How?" he asked, his voice breaking, perhaps due to the strain on his body.
Kent had only taken six steps, but the pressure in the air was just on another level.
Each step came with so much pressure that Mjolnir, who lacked that much killing intent, struggled to hold his stance.
