World of Pain.
Three figures rapidly reassembled beside a bonfire. Great quantities of flesh-colored threads continually wove together, forming the bodies of three people clad in gray robes within seconds.
Thud.
Jill staggered and dropped to his knees, his pupils dilating as he gasped for breath.
The other two fared no better. Fang clutched her chest and leaned against the corner of the wall without a word, her breathing ragged.
The ice-and-snow man, Snowman, remained standing. An amber-brown vial of potion had appeared in his hand. He uncorked it, tipped back his head, and drained it in one gulp.
"That was brutal. If we hadn't entered here at that exact instant, our physical bodies in the real world would have been completely destroyed too." Snowman rose again. The injuries on his body had vanished, but the shadow of being crushed in an instant still lingered stubbornly in his mind.
"There's nothing we can do about Siril for now. Even if the other two arrive later, it'll be useless." Jill said helplessly, "We should report this. This matter is no longer ours to decide."
"Report it." Fang hesitated, about to speak.
Boom!!
The wall beside the bonfire exploded.
A figure emerged amid dust and shattered stones. It was Lu Sheng, whom they had just seen in reality.
"Fuck! Run!!" Snowman did not hesitate in the slightest. He had no intention of resisting. Although Dual Beings could never truly die here, no one enjoyed facing an opponent against whom there was utterly no hope. That was nothing but being tortured.
The other two clearly felt the same way. As if their hearts were linked, the three scattered in different directions.
Poof.
Lu Sheng stamped out the bonfire, sending a cloud of scalding white smoke billowing outward.
"I only wanted to ask a