Chill.
Clammy.
Eerie.
More than twenty "bounty hunters" suddenly had the illusion that the area around the hotel had become an isolated island.
As though it had been severed and cut off from the outside world.
"Xiao Jiu, go test it out." Boulder narrowed his eyes. A woman in her thirties nodded slightly, pushed off with the tips of her feet, and drifted toward the lobby.
She stepped inside.
Silence.
She felt only utter silence. Focusing her vigilance to its peak, she could hear a heartbeat from the hotel's top floor.
The heartbeat was neither strong nor vigorous. It was as though an ordinary person's heartbeat had vanished??
No!
Something was wrong!
It had not vanished!
It was behind her!
The woman's scalp exploded with terror. She spun around with a boom, the great tendons within her body tightening as her slender arm whipped backward like a lash.
Propelled by twenty thousand pounds of force, the power erupting from the end of her fist and palm exceeded one hundred thousand pounds!
She saw a frail youth drifting down like a ghost.
Her fist passed straight through the youth, and the terrifying blast of air it raised ripped the wooden floor beneath her feet to pieces.
She had missed?
No, this youth seemed to be a holographic projection?
Then why could she hear his breathing and heartbeat?
"How impressive."
Zhang Fusheng praised her. He extended a hand calmly forward. The woman's eyes and brows turned sharp as she tangled and blocked with both hands, yet she grabbed at empty air.
The youth's palm seemed like an illusory vision that did not exist. It passed through the woman's creamy skin, through her towering breasts, and stopped inside her chest cavity.
Seventh Form, Scattered Bones Form.
The flesh had rotted away, the bones