Unleashing the Savior

His internal organs ruptured, and even his incredibly tough ribs seemed to snap.

Blood, mixed with bits of flesh, spewed from his mouth.

The dark figure showed no hesitation and continued his charge, his fist gathering an overwhelming surge of spiritual energy.

Am I really going to die?

Rafael was unwilling to accept it.

He would rather die at the hands of the aliens than be killed by one of Han Li's subordinates.

He admitted he was not a good person, but he was still human.

To betray one's own kind—could such a person still be called human?

Just as the fatal blow was about to land, a blade suddenly appeared in front of him, intercepting the dark figure's fist.

The sheer force of the punch was completely nullified—it didn't even touch Rafael.

"A puppet?" Amalia narrowed her eyes at the figure in the black robe.

Through his mask, she saw a pale, lifeless face with vacant eyes.