Black threads pierced straight through Jiu Ming's arm, and then an unbroken stream of black threads shot out from the cracks in the ground.
"You...!?" Sayo stared in shock at Jiu Ming, whose body had been pierced by dozens of twisted, grotesque black threads. Instinctively, she drew the fruit knife she carried with her.
"An attack!?" The green-haired youth in the woods swiftly flicked his fingers. Fine yet tough threads blanketed the surroundings, weaving a Large Net in midair that people could stand on. "Everyone, get up here, now!"
Since the attack was coming from underground, it was unsafe to stay on the ground.
"Jiu Ming, are you okay?" Haruhi saw Jiu Ming looking as though he had been nailed to the ground. Once she found her footing, she hurried toward him.
"Don't come over! Get up there too!"
Jiu Ming shifted his body, the corner of his eye twitching slightly. These threads were like indestructible steel pillars, pinning him firmly to the ground and leaving him unable to move. He knew these black threads all too well! Fuck, this world has them too? What rotten luck.
There was no time to think about why Haruhi had been attacked first. Since the attack came from underground, he could not let them remain on the ground. He curled the fingers he could still move—but he was a step too slow. A black crack suddenly appeared beneath the feet of those who had not made it onto the Large Net in the sky, swallowing them whole before they could react. When they recovered from the horrifying sight of scarlet eyes flashing before them, they found themselves standing on the Large Net in midair.
"What Teigu's power is this?" asked the green-haired youth who had woven the net, puzzled. "It can actually move