Liu Hei Wu punched a massive hole in the black shadow.
Several people did not hesitate in the slightest.
They scrambled into the opening.
The violent commotion also attracted those who were fleeing. When they saw that an obvious uncovered area had appeared in the shadow, they immediately understood what had happened.
They charged toward it like madmen as well.
They shouted as they ran.
"Wait for me!"
"Let me out!"
"Ahhh... help me..."
"Run!"
"There's an exit!"
"..."
However.
After running only a short distance, they suddenly halted, terror appearing on their faces.
Because.
A figure had appeared beside the opening.
It wore a black shroud, its entire body covered in corpse spots. Its flesh-and-bones face had rotted until its features had shifted, giving it a smile that was neither quite a smile nor not one.
A Vicious Ghost!
A Vicious Ghost had appeared beside the opening!
"I don't want to die!"
A shrill scream rang out.
When the old man appeared at the opening, a man who had not managed to rush out in time collided head-on with him.
His body immediately began to swell and turn blue.
"Get lost!"
The man was desperate and enraged. Holding a long sword, he stabbed viciously at the old man's body. The sharp blade easily pierced through the old man, stabbing through his abdomen and out his back.
"This..."
The man was stunned. He had not expected to succeed so easily.
But soon.
He discovered that the Vicious Ghost was not only unharmed, but that a green-black corrosion was crawling up the sword at a visible speed, spreading all the way to his palm.
"Ah--!"
He cried out and instinctively retreated.
But as soon as he did.
He found that his hand had already lost all feeling... The palm gripping the