Chapter 186: In front of Wakanda, the demon Hulk returned from the Underworld (Third update, seeking full subscriptions!)

Rumble!

As the more than twenty huge rhinoceros mounts began to run, the earth under their feet began to vibrate at this moment.

"Invader, die!"

Bearing the brunt, Okoye, with golden collars around her neck, roared while holding the vibranium spear in her hand.

"Wakanda!"

"Forever!"

Following closely behind were the warriors from the border tribe, who were considered the strongest in Wakanda.

They also roared, following behind the charging knights, wearing blue clothing, like swarms of blue jumping beetles, charging towards Hawkeye.

Hawkeye looked expressionlessly at the Wakandan soldiers who were presenting a momentum of overturning seas and rivers, attacking him, and determined to drown him.

The next second.

He moved.

Still without any complex moves.

Don't ask.

Because he didn't even have a Saint Cloth, even if he wanted to use "Phoenix Winged Sky Soar", he didn't have that ability yet.

However...

He should have it in a while.

Hawkeye's move was the same as just now, at the moment his right foot stepped sideways to the back, the ground under his feet cracked.

The next moment.

His right arm turned into a blurred afterimage; this was a visual distortion caused by the extreme speed of breaking the sound barrier.

But in the eyes of the outside world, he only threw a punch at the Wakandan soldiers who were charging towards him—

Lightning Light Speed Fist!

Boom!

Accompanying the moment Hawkeye's arm swung out, the air on the trajectory was hard-pressed and torn, and a visible, funnel-shaped milky white air wave instantly exploded on the fist peak.

The sonic boom cloud reappeared.

In an instant.

The sky full of fist shadows reappeared.

Boom!

Okoye and her rhinoceros mount running at the very front bore the brunt; Okoye's face instantly dented inward, and then with a puff, her head cracked open, instantly turning into a headless corpse.

Her rhinoceros mount was also the same.

Its head was pierced with a hole the size of a fist; through this hole, one could clearly see the encounter of the soldiers behind.

One word.

Tragic!

One sentence.

Too tragic to look at.

After the fist shadows dissipated, the smoke dissipated, Hawkeye withdrew his fist and looked forward, once again, the same as just now.

Whether it was the so-called merchant tribe or the border tribe, under his Lightning Sonic Fist, the outcome was the same.

Looking out. ===== CHAPTER 188 =====