The wait did not last long.
But to the Mutated, three seconds of waiting seemed far too long.
The Mutated general, who had originally been waiting patiently and calmly for Lin An's corpse to appear, gradually grew solemn as the seconds ticked by.
For some reason, despite being absolutely confident that nothing unexpected would happen, he suddenly felt an intense unease.
It was as if something was about to happen.
Yet no matter how he thought about it, he could not imagine what accident might occur.
"Why hasn't he come out yet!?"
He muttered under his breath as his enormous, blood-red lantern-like eyeball rolled and twisted incessantly within its socket.
The ceaseless rolling of his eyeball revealed his current agitation.
He did not believe that his subordinate would have the mind to chat with Lin An inside the vanished space.
Then...
With the ability to think hundreds or thousands of times each second, he finally showed an utterly disbelieving and rarely seen expression of rage and shock when an ear-piercing sound of something heavy hitting the ground suddenly rang out.
What is this?!
"Boom!"
A faint tremor.
A bloody skeleton suddenly fell from the void like a piece of trash.
Under the force of gravity, it crashed into the hall floor with a boom.
Piles of white bones lay haphazardly stacked together, with only a few strands of muscle barely connecting the joints and maintaining its general shape.
Although its flesh had been gnawed clean, only thorn-like remnants of bloody tissue remained.
But relying on his extraordinary powers of observation, the general instantly realized that this corpse was none other than the corpse of a Mutated!
His pupils abruptly contracted.
The next second, a roar like a storm erupted.
"No!!!"
He roared, his face filled with overwhelming rage and shock.