After Death, I Became a Superhuman

Lanlos finally didn't die under Superman's fist.

Of course, not long after, he started to wish that he had died instead. Because compared to what he experienced afterwards, that would have seemed easier.

He felt that he would probably never see anything more outrageous than Superman's fist in his lifetime.

It was a terrifying power that exceeded the limits of his imagination. He couldn't understand why there could be anything in the world that could unleash such an outrageous power. In the blink of an eye, the invincible polar envoy disappeared, along with the entire room they were in.

It was as if the entire building had been blown away by the force of that punch, and under the power of that punch, everything seemed as fragile as paper. It seemed that as long as this Superman wanted, any strong person was just a passing cloud, a matter of a single punch.

Perhaps only the legendary Lord of the Apocalypse could possibly...

Stop, hold on.

He stopped himself from having this dangerous thought.

"You seemed like you had something to say just now," Jiang Bei held Lanlos in his hand, flying in mid-air.

"Oh, it's nothing," Lanlos smiled and said, "You can ask me anything, I will definitely tell you everything."

"I don't have anything to ask, but it might not be the same for your tribe. You better prepare yourself."

With that, he suddenly accelerated, and his figure shot out with a sonic boom.