When Sloan saw Darryl's palm struck the ground, her face turned pale and icy cold!

He had killed countless New World soldiers with only one hit.

Sloan's heart clenched; she was distracted. Cindy, who was beside her, saw the opportunity for an attack. So, she hit Sloan's shoulder with the shiny Lily Lamp on her hands.

Bang!

Sloan fell a few steps backward; her face looked terrible.

For battles among the elites, it was normal to defeat one's opponent with just one hit. Sloan had suffered inte