"Is this thing impossible to kill?!"
Meiyuan Chizu sucked in a cold breath. Turmoil surged through her heart, and even her facial muscles twisted.
He had been struck by her and Daigo's ninjutsu and hidden weapons, inhaled a huge amount of poison gas, and lost enough blood to exceed several people's share, yet he still had not fallen—much less died.
What the hell was this thing?
The fear that had temporarily been suppressed swelled severalfold at that moment, even overwhelming all reason.
They were facing an unkillable monster!
Screech.
The massive Meat Saw Greatsword slowly rose.
Beneath that blood-red mask, Butcher's cold, merciless eyes looked upon them as though they were two pigs or sheep awaiting slaughter.
All at once, both of them stopped breathing.
Boundless terror seemed like an invisible hand that clenched their hearts tight.
"Run! Run!"
Meiyuan Chizu's reason completely collapsed, the taut string in her mind snapping.
The thought of fleeing flashed through her mind for only an instant, yet she abandoned her companion Daigo and bolted away in blind panic. "Help! Help! Someone save me!"
Her hoarse cries for help echoed through the empty, pitch-black tower.
But in that deserted tower, no one could answer her.
In truth, Meiyuan Chizu could not be blamed for this.
The sense of oppression and indescribable terror that towering figure brought her had already surpassed the limits of human comprehension!
"Chizu?"
Daigo's expression changed drastically. He had apparently never expected his companion to abandon him and run.
Just as he was about to flee, a pungent stench of blood suddenly flooded his nostrils. That savage, terrifying crimson figure raised the Meat Saw Greatsword and brought it down upon him.
At the critical moment, Daigo yanked his puppet back in front of himself.
Crack! Snap!
How could a wooden puppet