In an instant.
A giant pale hand, like a mountain, directly grasped Demmo entirely in its palm.
Crunch!
The Pale Hand slowly closed.
Demmo immediately bled from all seven orifices.
His whole body echoed with the sound of bones shattering.
Matthew's eyes also began to bleed.
The world before him split into two halves, one crimson, the other greyish-brown.
And both symbolized death!
"Death!"
Matthew shouted in a low voice.
The colossal Pale Hand exerted all its force in one assault, instantly compressing Demmo's body into a collapsed shape.
His bones protruded outward incessantly, and his skin was riddled with punctured holes while blood erupted like fountains, surging in all directions.
At this moment.
Matthew could no longer see Demmo's face.
But he knew.
The other had not given up.
So he continued to squeeze with the Pale Hand.
A few seconds later.
An eyeball suddenly sprang out from the mass of Demmo's flesh—
It stared intently at Matthew.
In an instant.
