Abyss Rift, "Eighth Layer."
Color had utterly faded away here.
Wherever one looked, there was only black, white, and gray in varying shades.
The air was thick with a rotten stench, suffocating, heavy, and oppressive.
The layout of the original shopping mall's third-floor dining area had become utterly unrecognizable.
Only one team remained, advancing slowly and painfully through the "ruins" and the horde of abyss monsters.
"Roar—!"
A huge Third-order abyss monster, its tentacles lashing about like steel whips and its appearance resembling a gigantic octopus, let out a deafening roar.
Amid the churning black mist, several thick tentacles tore through the air, carrying a fierce wind as they smashed toward the tall figure at the very front of the team.
In Min Zimo's hands, the silver-gray spear did not reflect the dim light. Only its tip gleamed with a cold radiance.
Facing the "Octopus Monster's" attack, he neither dodged nor retreated. His wrist turned, and the spear shot forward!
Boom!
A parasol-shaped cloud of white mist exploded from the spear tip. Vitality burst forth, forcefully blasting apart the tough tentacle that an ordinary Third-order Martial Artist could never have broken through.
Borrowing the recoil, Min Zimo retreated sharply, barely avoiding the sinister sneak attacks of several other abyss monsters. His spear swept across in one fluid motion.
Ssssh—!
Seven or eight First- and Second-order abyss monsters were instantly torn apart by the spear's radiance, clearing a blank space around them.
Behind him, nine Investigation Bureau members wearing regulation armor of various colors formed a tight defensive circle. Moving in step with him, they struggled toward a storefront.
Blades and sword shadows constantly interwove. Every person fought with all their strength, resisting the attacks surging toward them like a tide from every direction.
Min Zimo once again smacked away a