Boom!!!
A furious roar sounded. The instant Zhou Lun fell—or rather, the moment that speck of crimson appeared on Zhou Lun's forehead—the first to react was unexpectedly Lu Yang, who had only recently been at odds with him.
The winged Chosen One of the Vortex Lineage suddenly swelled, his limbs bursting apart as thousands upon thousands of arms shot forth. Flesh and blood reshaped themselves in mid-air, spreading into writhing wings and turning into a structure like soaring serpents as they sped away.
After repeatedly exploding its flesh to accelerate, it pierced through the torrential rain and turned into pale bone spears that fell from the sky.
In an instant, they covered both the source of the bullet and the place where An Ning had once been.
Then, the forest of bone spears exploded one after another. Wicked flames and poisonous blood splashed outward like bombs, plowing through the entire ground. Amid the rotten, scorched earth washed by the downpour, flying insects that had corrupted out of countless bone-spear fragments spread their wings, hungrily seeking any living thing.
Yet they found nothing.
There was nothing there.
After firing the shot—no, the instant the trigger had been pulled—the shooter had already turned and left. Every trace had been thoroughly erased. Only a twisted, shattered support frame, broken by the recoil, remained in place, mocking the attackers who had arrived too late.
The ash-white flying insects scattered and searched rapidly, but apart from several enormous marks left in the mud by explosive starts, they found nothing. Instead, for some reason, they triggered bombs hidden beneath the mud and were all buried in the spreading flames and explosions.
Footprints, scents, clues, traces—even the Ether records had been thrown into chaos by pre-arranged Mirror System illusion ash and fragments of Ether record books.
It