Marshall Lowell's face went pale with terror.
His eyes were filled with horror, and the muscles all over his body tensed instinctively.
The person before him had silver hair and radiated an apocalyptic, terrifying energy. She was identical to the Super Soldier from forty years ago—the one who had single-handedly destroyed half the elites of the Ten Great Families.
'Could she be...?'
He had no time to think further.
Her figure was already upon him.
He immediately released his grip on Ronan Warner's neck and retreated backward.
But she was too fast. The Power field of a Great Martial King was completely unable to stop her.
A sharp pain shot through his arm.
She had shattered his defense with a single punch.
Aurora Sinclair's eyes were bloodshot, filled with an unquenchable fire. Her Power surged like a roaring beast, lunging at him with overwhelming killing intent.
"A Great... A Great Martial King..."
"Die—"
