True Power Of Soulmancy!

Not able to tell out one last death cry, the remaining duo of the trio gave up the ghost, their body desecrated by Leon as he used it as both a weapon and a meat shield.

Feeling their once vibrant body slump lifelessly, Leon couldn't help but think, 'You feel good killing the innocent but feel bad when I kill one of your own. Such a twisted personality, Do you think you're a god or something!'

The subordinate gangsters seethed with anger upon the death of their leader, their faces contorted with fury and vengeance. Yet, Leon remained unfazed by their rage, his gaze fixated upon the aftermath of the battle before him. The field was strewn with lifeless bodies, although they did not number more than fifty. But to Leon, each fallen soul held the potential to bolster his own strength, a source of power that he intended to harness to eliminate the gangsters who dared to assail him.