The Grey Tide, which had been silently flowing like mercury, rose in an instant like a tidal curtain, wrapping around the dozen or so javelins fashioned from ground-down rebar and freezing them in midair. It swiftly devoured and assimilated them before falling back down like a wave.
Several cries of alarm immediately rang out from the surrounding darkness. Clearly, those hiding in the shadows could not comprehend this miraculous sight at all.
Shen Feng casually put on his night-vision goggles, and the scene in the darkness became much clearer. Around the wrecks of abandoned cars in the parking garage, dozens of figures were hiding, waiting to attack him.
They were obviously all Grass's clanspeople.
More javelins had already been raised, and there were even crossbow bolts, all ready to be hurled at him at any moment.
The survivors here were clearly extremely wary of an outsider like him. After all, from their perspective, Grass and the other two were tied up with ropes, obviously subdued by him.
Even from such a distance in the darkness, Shen Feng could still sense their killing intent.
By his old habits, he would have identified himself first before asking them a few questions.
But after hearing Grass's description earlier, Shen Feng had already lost his patience.
He lightly snapped his fingers, and the Grey Tide spread out like flowing water, reaching beneath every survivor's feet and even permeating the entire underground parking garage.
Before they could react, Shen Feng snapped his fingers again. The writhing Grey Tide immediately turned into a living thing, extending tentacles that bound the survivors one after another. Ignoring their panicked cries, it carried them before Shen Feng.
"Y-you... who exactly are you!?"
"Grass! Grass! What did you do to them!? You beast!"
"Blue light... He must be connected to