Meanwhile, the Deep Red members in the hall also began to stir, but the source of the disturbance wasn't the terrifying scene outside. It was "Wo."
Wo seemed to have sensed something. His whole body began to grow restless, and under his influence, the Deep Red members around him also became uneasy.
At that moment, Fatty was under far less pressure than Jiang Cheng. Or rather, because Jiang Cheng had climbed onto the altar, he was shouldering most of the pressure for Fatty.
After slightly recovering his wits, Fatty noticed something strange around him. Some of the Deep Red members were staring at the doctor, a hint of madness gradually welling up in their eyes.
If the Deep Red members rioted now, both the doctor and he would undoubtedly die. Wu was being held back by that terrifying monster, while the Starving Ghost, the Scarecrow, and the Killer were also submerged in the endless tide of monsters. At that moment, they could rely only on themselves.
Tentacles, razor-sharp claws, and sinister, terrifying teeth—the Deep Red members gradually revealed their fangs and ferocity. It was a sign that they were about to lose control.
Fatty didn't dare delay any longer. To capture the leader, one had to capture the king first. He didn't think too much about it; he was focused only on preventing the doctor from being ambushed. Forcing himself to keep going, he staggered toward Wo.
Liu Hui had said that Wo had a good impression of him and felt something akin to friendship toward him.
As Fatty moved, the Deep Red members who had been staring at Jiang Cheng shifted their gazes one after another and turned their attacks toward him, but they didn't act immediately.
Through those eyes beneath the mask, Fatty actually saw hesitation in Wo's