In an instant, heaven and earth shattered...
Everyone returned to their respective vehicles. Then more than eighty percent of them began vomiting violently, their faces pale and tinged blue. But... that referred to those who had returned, or rather, those who were still alive.
In those mere few minutes, more than one-fifth of the group had "died."
If that could be called death!
Their bodies had taken on grotesquely twisted forms. Some had split into countless strands of flesh, each no thicker than a centimeter, densely tangled into a chaotic mass. Some had grown countless little teeth, little fingers, little ears, little eyes... as if their flesh had become a collection of miniature human body parts. Others had turned into a fluid mixture of blood, flesh, skin, and organs, their bones completely pulverized and dissolved into the liquid as well...
The reason they were bodies rather than corpses was because these people... were all still alive!
That was right. Even though their bodies had become grotesque forms that should have made survival absolutely impossible, they were still fundamentally alive. They still moved, still writhed, still possessed vitality. But even those who retained mouths or feeding organs could only produce chaotic groans and noise.
Yet to those around them, those disorderly sounds seemed to carry a strange sense of melody... exactly like the Hell Bell they had heard earlier, which had now vanished.
That was right... Although the two sounds were utterly different, every human who had not turned into one of those things covered their ears, their faces deathly pale.
"...So, you saved us?"
Peter Yang leaped onto the support point of the hovercraft and used Nen to amplify his voice as he called toward the front.
Wu Pifu floated ahead of them. A shadow was dissipating and vanishing from