The man in the Tang suit warily scanned his surroundings, keenly aware that the darkness here was different from the usual darkness of night. It had a thick, viscous quality—almost... almost like a living thing. Stare at it for too long, and it felt as though it would swallow you whole.
Was this that guy's ability?
Terrifying.
The muscles across the man in sportswear's body bulged. At that moment, he was strong enough to wrestle a rhino with his bare hands. "Quit holding back and bring out your best! Otherwise, we're all going to die here today!" His voice sounded strangely distorted in the darkness.
They felt as though they were at the bottom of the sea, shrouded by immense pressure and an overwhelming sense of danger. It was driving them mad.
Their opponent was powerful, far stronger than any of them. He had to be S-rank, and one of the best even among S-ranks. The three of them had faced plenty of S-ranks before, but none had ever exerted such terrifying pressure as the person lurking nearby.
Even the former head of the Execution Department might not have been able to defeat him.
"Don't panic!" the man in the Tang suit called out. "He hasn't attacked us yet, so he must be wary of the three of us. Even if he's S-rank, the three of us might still stand a chance if we work together!"
"That's right!" the man in sportswear shouted back, as if trying to reassure himself.
They were all experts, after all. Anyone who had risen to their positions had weathered blood and fire, and knew all too well that the more you panicked, the faster you died. "Old Qi, locate him immediately!" the man in the Tang suit said, his voice low.
Silence settled over