You've Gone on a Killing Spree...

Hooded cloaks had been standard attire for the Qinglin Squad before this operation.

Amid the chaos, more than a dozen people in matching cloaks were barely visible.

The others present were likely people who had already been in Shivadani City.

Some of them were Nen users, most likely Professional Hunters.

The rest were no ordinary people, either.

Though they couldn't use Nen, their fighting skills in the melee suggested they were capable, combat-oriented Amateur Hunters.

If they had been ordinary citizens, they would have been lying on the ground before the fighting even began.

But neither the Qinglin Squad nor these skilled Hunters were responsible for the enormous commotion.

That distinction belonged to the creations spawned by imagination within the Nen Space. Most were unidentified creatures, huge and grotesquely shaped.

They charged through the streets, attacking the outsiders in a frenzy.

Their sheer size alone made them formidable.

Within this Nen Space...

Everything that existed fell into one of two categories.

One was real. The other was false.

On the streets at that moment...

Cars that had once been everywhere were now mangled beyond recognition, overturned, or engulfed in flames.

The tall buildings lining both sides of the street fared no better.

Some were badly damaged and teetering on the brink of collapse.

Others had begun to tilt, as though they might crumble into rubble at any second.

The once-smooth road was riddled with holes.

Fire, dust, thick smoke.

The apocalyptic scene was what happened when the real and the false collided.

The Moyu Clone stepped into the battle.

In such a chaotic fight, his gray form was hardly noticeable.

Then he fixed his gaze on a cloaked member of the Qinglin Squad.

"..."

After a moment of deathly stillness, the Moyu Clone's feet turned to shadow and merged with