In a mountain forest somewhere, a bald strongman with a burly build and three eyes on his forehead was fleeing for his life.
His body leaned forward, his feet never touching the ground as he swiftly dodged the trees ahead. It was as though an invisible rope were dragging him along, silently shooting him forward at high speed.
Without warning, a cloud resembling thick, viscous blood plasma descended from the sky and blocked his path.
The three-eyed burly man's expression changed drastically. His high-speed flight came to an abrupt halt, and he sharply veered away like lightning, fleeing in another direction. As he flew, he kept looking back at the blood cloud.
Seeing that the blood cloud remained motionless in the distance, he could not help but relax. But the moment he turned back to watch the road, a flat curtain of blood-red water suddenly appeared before him.
The hand he instinctively raised before himself easily slapped through the thin water curtain. Yet the instant it passed through, his once full and muscular arm abruptly shriveled up, becoming like dry firewood in the blink of an eye.
Just as he tried to adjust his body and retreat, the blood-red water curtain suddenly surged forward, enveloping him like a fishing net cast across a river.
Pfft!
With a soft sound, the three-eyed burly man burst through the water curtain. While still in midair, his nearly three-meter-tall body rapidly shriveled. His pale skin turned gray and withered at a visible rate, like a corpse that had decayed for a thousand years. The moment he hit the ground, he shattered with a bang.
The blood-red water curtain contracted and gathered, turning into a droplet-shaped blood mass over three meters wide. Accompanied by a delighted cheer, it dragged a streak of blood-red light as