Anita, dressed in a skintight black outfit, stood expressionlessly behind the group.
Four sharp spider legs extended from her back.
They pierced straight through Ian's body, pinning him completely in place. One spider leg entered through the back of his head and pierced out through his mouth.
The other three stabbed into his chest, abdomen, and ribcage respectively.
Ian's constant chanting abruptly stopped. The walking corpses around him, which had been performing strange movements alongside him, also fell silent and stood rigidly in place.
"I..." Ian slowly lowered his head, then looked toward Bahar and Lini's family of four. "Dad. Sis, save me!"
His disbelieving voice came out of his throat along with blood.
Lini's face showed a trace of reluctance. Ian's tone and expression before her were somewhat like those of the normal younger brother she had once known.
It was simply the instinctive feeling one had toward family. Bahar also found it hard to bear.
But before their family could say anything, Anita suddenly exerted force, and all four spider legs pulled outward at once.
Rip!
Amid spraying blood and scattered body parts, Ian's body was torn directly into pieces.
A twisted fragment of soul, mingled with gray fear, was drawn out of the mangled remains by the spider legs and flowed toward Anita.
Just as Anita was about to absorb Ian's remnant soul and energy, a cloud of black gas suddenly emerged from underground.
All of Ian's blood and remains billowed with black gas, melting into black liquid.
As if possessed of its own consciousness, the black liquid wrapped around Ian's floating remnant soul and forcibly tore it away from the pull of Anita's fear senses.
Like a black hand, it seized the soul and dragged it beneath the ground, vanishing without a trace.
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