This action caught Coleman's attention.
Somewhat surprised, he glanced at the man. After pondering for a moment, he suddenly smiled for some reason.
To the man, that scene was filled with malice.
Warilily tensing every muscle in his body, he restrained the instinct to mobilize his Nen, used Zetsu, and thoroughly concealed his presence.
He did not want his Nen to become fuel sustaining this place.
As for the others...
He covertly glanced at the dolls above. 'Slater' believed that these dolls corresponded to them one by one.
For example, right now.
The moment the thought surfaced, the doll that had been knocked down lunged at 'Slater.'
Six sharp knives were hidden inside its fuzzy hoodie.
Gripping the blades, the doll wore a stiff smile as it charged forward at incredible speed.
But 'Slater' was not the least bit flustered.
All they needed to do now was exhaust the caster to death with physical stamina.
This thing that burned Nen required the caster's own Nen to sustain it.
Everyone still alive at the scene came to that conclusion without exception.
They had gone from terrified panic at the start to calm composure now.
Apparently, the sight of their companions' corpses split in two had finally made this already dim-witted bunch realize the situation.
Their Nen would be devoured by the strange Nen threads, and without Nen, most of them had no way of escaping this dense cage of Nen threads.
So they chose...
To endure.
Without needing many words, the three consuls still standing began directing their subordinates to gather together.
As for 'Norman,' who had died right from the start, who still had the mood to care about him?
Even the Norman family's attendants, in order to survive, began following the commands of the other three, especially Consul 'Slater.'