The most terrifying existence

Realizing something was wrong, Moyu decisively sprinted toward the spatial rift.

Whatever awaited him in the next overlapping Nen Space, it had to be better than staying here.

Dozens of cloned Shadow Clones with bizarre abilities...

Just thinking about them made his scalp prickle.

Moyu shook his head slightly, showing absolutely no awareness that he was the one responsible. All he felt was wariness toward those clones.

He sprinted ahead, leading the way, and stopped paying attention to the battle.

Piyon followed close behind him, but as she ran, she kept glancing back at the fighting.

At that moment.

The Shadow Clones that had split off from the Moyu Clone were all attacking the "outsiders."

In an instant, they turned into flowing shadows, skimming along the ground as they attacked the Qinglin Squad members and Professional Hunters from every direction.

Faced with this sudden, bizarre assault, the Qinglin Squad members and Professional Hunters tensed.

"So fast..."

A cloaked member of the Qinglin Squad radiated a powerful aura, his piercing gaze fixed on the shadow gliding toward him along the ground.

The target's small, but hitting it won't be a problem.

As that thought crossed his mind, his right hand shot out from beneath his cloak, thrusting a short sword at the shadow rushing straight toward him.

The sharp blade traced a brilliant streak through the air.

The thrust was vicious and fast.

Yet just as the short sword was about to strike the shadow on the ground, the shadow suddenly peeled away from the surface.

It then transformed in midair into something resembling black sludge and lunged at the Qinglin Squad member.

The squad member's gaze sharpened. He stepped back, withdrew his short sword, and unleashed several slashes in front of him.

As though sensing his response, the lunging sludge