Little Fatty fell to the ground, the black blood at his neck gradually staining the grass beneath him.
The Contractor who had shot and killed Little Fatty pulled the bolt of his firearm. A scorching shell casing emerged, still trailing blue smoke—the remnants of demonic energy evaporating.
"Enemy eliminated."
The Sniper named Hu Chai rose from behind the cover and looked toward Hai Yizuo, who was walking toward him.
"Hu Chai, run as far away as you can. The farther, the better."
Hai Yizuo had heard the rumors about Little Fatty, but those rumors only mentioned that he must not be killed. No one knew what would happen after killing him. Most people who had seen the Black Demon had died, while the few survivors either couldn't explain Little Fatty's abilities—or rather, were unwilling to mention them.
"Hu Chai, don't just stand there."
Hai Yizuo shouted as he began retreating.
"I want to retreat too, but... my body won't obey me."
Hu Chai raised his hand with great effort. A semiliquid substance resembling black sludge appeared on it, a single piece only the size of a coin.
Hai Yizuo, who had been retreating, stopped. He could feel that if he took another step back, he might die. A sense of danger was coming from all directions.
"You can't move? Is it a control effect?"
A Healer raised her hand and was just about to use her ability when her hand froze. The black semiliquid appeared on it as well.
"It's... eating me!"
The Healer's voice trembled. Having her body gradually devoured was terrifying, after all.
Morey stood motionless. She had roughly guessed what the enemy's ability was: they could not move, because the moment they did, the black semiliquid would appear on their bodies.
Hu Chai and the Healer remained