Chapter 1483

It was not over yet.

Xayne's iron fist landed squarely on Ozark's chest.

With just one punch, Ozark's chest caved in completely, blood gushing out uncontrollably.

Then, the second punch followed.

The third punch came right after, collapsing Ozark's chest entirely.

Ozark opened his mouth and spewed a mouthful of blood.

Xayne showed no mercy, his body covered in blood splatters.

After three punches, Ozark's ribs were all shattered, his internal organs pulverized. No divine intervention could save him now.

Serena slumped on the ground and gasped for air, her vision blurry. She saw Xayne furiously venting his rage as the lab filled with the stench of blood.

Ozark lay in a pool of blood, lifeless, his eyes wide open in death.

Xayne walked over to Serena, observing her flushed face. "How are you? Are you okay?"

Serena took a deep breath, holding her neck. She looked at Xayne and shook her head. "I'm fine. How is he?"

"Dead," Xayne replied coldly, glancing at Ozark's body.

Serena