Even adults could often break down in an instant.
Below the stage, many people were terrified by the sight of Angel Langdu being dragged into the Black Mire. One cameraman instinctively backed away.
His movements stood out especially clearly in the otherwise petrified, motionless crowd.
Hua Ying's gaze suddenly fell on the cameraman.
"No, no... don't..." The cameraman's lips trembled. He spun around and screamed as he ran toward the door.
A frightening smile appeared on Hua Ying's face again. In an instant, a small patch of Black Mire appeared beneath the fleeing cameraman's feet.
"Help... help me!" He plunged into the Black Sludge and began struggling desperately.
"Hold on!"
A streak of golden light flashed past. A golden rope shot out, and Angel Grabbe was gripping its other end.
As though he had seized a lifebuoy, the cameraman grabbed the rope and quickly wound it twice around his hand... A trace of joy even appeared on his face.
I'm saved...!
But he soon realized he had celebrated too early. When he pulled hard on the rope, it suddenly slackened... On the stage, Angel Grabbe had already sunk deep into the Black Sludge.
The cameraman's mind went blank. A black-shadowed arm rose from the Black Sludge, and its hand pressed down on his head, shoving him straight into it.
Onstage, Angel Grabbe was now trapped and struggling just like Angel Langdu had been before.
Seeing this, the people in the recording hall seemed to awaken from a dream. They began screaming and ran toward the nearest exits.
Yet the faster they ran, the faster the Black Mire appeared.
At that moment, the ordinary man who had entered with Angel Grabbe somehow appeared on the stage. Looking at Hua Ying, he reached out toward Angel Grabbe, who was about to be