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Everyone saw plenty of details, but their observations did not quite agree, leaving them somewhat confused.
"Where's the Fire God Ant?"
"It came out of the crack, onto Mountain Lord's shoulder. Wait, was it only the mountain that cracked?"
"...Hmm, just the one?"
Cat Eye frowned. So did Long Qi.
Everyone in the "Movie Theater" had been caught off guard by the sudden change. Although their minds raced to process information from every source, they could not make sense of it.
Zhang Yingying, who was currently "operating" in that area, was more certain. "The surrounding spatial structure cracked. Tch, a rotten apple with a bite missing... even the worms are only half there."
Not everyone understood Zhang Yingying's description. But one thing was clear: when the structure of spacetime cracked, the material structures resting upon it could hardly escape unscathed.
That was what had happened to the mountain.
Yet what drew the most attention now was the grey miasma pouring from its fissures. Thick as oil, it seemed to turn into a demon's tentacles, seizing Mountain Lord's head, torso, and limbs and dragging him into the cliff.
The Fire God Ant Long Qi had spotted was wrapped in that layer of "oil," carried onto Mountain Lord's shoulder, and left hanging there.
The mutant mosquitoes covering his body, however, instinctively sensed danger. They took flight, trying to escape.
Just then, Mountain Lord lifted his perpetually lowered eyelids and closed his lips. A cold gleam flashed through his murky yellow, tiger-like eyes. Almost simultaneously, every mosquito around him burst, whether still clinging to him or already airborne, filling the air with bloody mist.
Perhaps stimulated by the exploding blood mist, the grey miasma that had just emerged rolled back, sweeping up most of the blood mist. The two mingled into a