Freezing Point

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!

Once the dust settled, the clowns in the sky beheld a massive crater surrounded by sheer cliffs and strewn with rubble.

An unfamiliar figure stood silently at the center of the shattered earth.

He wore a pitch-black trench coat, his head bowed as his messy curls fluttered in the wind.

At the same time, a hundred-meter giant serpent coiled beside the man.

The serpent's scales were an intermingling of black and red. Its enormous head bore six twisted snake eyes, their black pupils glinting with a deep crimson hue. Sharp fangs jutted from the corners of its split maw, while strange arcs of electricity crackled all over its body, enough to stain the surrounding air the color of bloody filth.

It was precisely under the protection of this murky field of blood aura that the widespread assault of compressed air pressure had failed to affect the man in the slightest.

Having finally laid eyes on the attacker's true form, the clowns gathered high above erupted into an uproar.

The next second, Hanerdov's booming voice rang through everyone's ears.

"Just as I thought! The hunters are short on manpower! That means there's only one person attacking us!"

The other Mad Clowns all showed disbelief upon hearing this.

"Huh? He came alone to pick a fight with an entire group of us? Isn't that just throwing his life away?"

"Or maybe he seriously misjudged how quickly the Abyss Power inside us regenerates. He probably thinks we're still the battered remnants we were when we first arrived! Thinks he can wipe us all out in a few moves!"

"Hahahaha! That does make sense!"

"Then it's time to make him pay for his arrogance!"

"Skin him alive and pull out his bones! My stomach was starting to grow hungry anyway!"

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