He had not suffered any external attack, yet his body was clearly undergoing some kind of violent, destructive impact from within.
A suppressed groan escaped from deep in his throat, like a dying beast making its final struggle in a trap.
"Guh...!?"
The excruciating pain instantly shattered the calm facade he had always prided himself on. Sweat now poured from him like rain. Beads the size of soybeans burst from his forehead and temples, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the rubble-strewn ground. Xia Ya could clearly see the color drain from his skin in the blink of an eye, leaving it pale as paper.
It was a lifeless, ashen hue, as if vitality were rapidly draining from that shell of a body.
Rau Le Creuset's legs began to tremble violently. At last, they could no longer support his weight, and he crashed down onto one knee.
Mu was stunned by the sudden development. He had been fully focused on aiming his gun at Rau Le Creuset, ready to cooperate with Xia Ya in the final encirclement.
But the enemy's collapse caught him completely off guard, and the muzzle of his gun involuntarily lowered slightly.
His eyes were filled with confusion. He could not understand why the man who had radiated such demonic pressure only moments ago had suddenly become so frail.
"...What's going on? What happened?"
Mu's voice was weak and hoarse, echoing through the empty, silent ruins of the laboratory.
He did not understand what had happened. Was this a trap? Or some kind of weapon attack he did not know about?
Though Mu was a man who fought by instinct and possessed sharp senses, he was utterly out of his depth when it came to an esoteric field like genetic science.
He could only instinctively look