The Gray Mist severed their connection to the Flesh below. They no longer had any foundation for regeneration. Once the Guardian's Pitch-Black Eyeballs burrowed into their bodies, the contamination they had been so proud of had no room left to resist. Their flesh rotted and collapsed at a visible rate.
One of the Special Individuals seemed unwilling to accept this. It struggled desperately, but to no avail.
The Person on the Wall's Gray Mist locked them firmly in place while the Guardian's power ran rampant within them. In an instant, its entire body was covered in Pitch-Black Eyeballs. Not a trace of its original form remained. All that was left were clusters of eyeballs packed together across its body, like bunches of grapes.
Its Flesh peeled away from its skeleton layer by layer until it finally collapsed to the ground, turning into a sticky pool of dark red sludge.
The same was happening by the city wall.
This time, the Guardian seemed to have gone mad as it poured out its power.
Beneath the cover of the Gray Mist, the Flesh Wall that had been continuously growing suddenly stopped writhing.
Eyeballs the size of human heads constantly surged from the dark red Flesh covering the wall. Crowding together, they burst through the Flesh and tore apart the living tissue spreading across the wall bit by bit.
Pitch-black eyes and dark red Flesh intertwined. From afar, the wall looked as though two forces were tearing it apart inch by inch.
Lu Yuan stood on the steps, staring at the skyline of black and dark red intertwined in the direction of the inner city. His palms were drenched in sweat.
For some reason, watching the Guardian act this time did not cost him even a shred of sanity. But where exactly was