"This world is getting harder and harder to understand." Long Qi muttered.
"What is there not to understand? It's all perfectly clear."
"Idiot, he's reading the Bullet Screen."
"Honestly, I think Seventh Brother's IQ and SAN value may have dropped together."
"More updates! Hugs!"
"Thank you, Seventh Brother, for bringing salt for us."
"I feel like the gates to the New World have opened before me."
"Refund! This old man came to watch a Wilderness livestream, not a supernatural novel!"
"Are you seriously asking for a refund? We should be demanding compensation for emotional damages!"
"Thinking at a time like this is just a joke. Come on, shout it with me: Ink is so handsome!"
"So, you caught the key clue?"
The viewers could all see it clearly. The skinny living thing struggling at the edge of the bloodstained flesh was unmistakably bat-like. It was practically identical to the animated reference image Long Qi had shown earlier.
A Winged Bloodbat.
No matter how the viewers in the Live Stream Room tried to use deliberately relaxed, calm words to drag events back into the rules of the world they were familiar with, this world continued to unfold in a way that they found absurd, even terrifying, deep down...
Using meaningless interaction to ease the confusion in his heart, Long Qi gave up trying to investigate Raven's abilities even earlier than the millions of viewers. Focusing on the matter at hand, he said, "So Ink kicked the legendary 'Superior Host' down with one foot... Did he use too much force? Why does its condition seem off? It looks like it got a Brain Concussion from the fall."
Long Qi's description was remarkably apt.
The Winged Bloodbat struggling at the edge of the bloodstains seemed to have completely lost its sense of direction