No matter how vast a city was, its straight-line distance was still limited—especially for Extraordinary Species.
In less than a minute, Weismann followed Ronan to the spired building where Mo City's branch was located. There was nothing he could do even if he came; Ronan had already locked onto the target from afar.
All he needed to do was witness the outcome with his own eyes.
On the floor that had once been thrown into chaos and was now steeped in Deathly Stillness, several panes of exterior glass had been shattered. The earlier storm had strangely ceased, leaving only the eerie Bright Moon outside to cast its slanting light through the glass wall, making the scene seem ever more secluded.
Ronan had already entered through a break in the outer glass wall, and Weismann could only follow.
Very soon, he saw Fahd and the other Ability Users lying on the ground in unconscious sleep.
The entire floor was silent, even though there was still a figure moving within it, endlessly convulsing and struggling.
Calling it a human figure was only because it vaguely retained a human shape.
Its face had long since melted into mush, and its body was incomplete, as though dissolved by powerful acid. Charred wounds covered it, black smoke billowing from within. Yet before the smoke could spill out, countless Blocks of flesh and bone fragments gathered around it, spreading open like nets and membranes as they layered themselves over the body.
They were corroded into pulp in an instant, yet they still surged forward one after another—and they were indeed effective. The foreign flesh quickly overwhelmed the poisonous smoke pouring out and forcibly merged into that ruined shell.
Then the mangled human remains struggled violently again, heaving with poisonous smoke and forcing them back out.
That