Sealing Unleashed

At four in the morning, two alarms rang out across the Black Whale at the same time.

One came from the direction of the vault on the third level.

The other came from the fourth prince's exclusive floor.

In front of the third-level vault, Pariston snapped his fingers.

"Move."

His tone was light, as if he were talking about some trivial matter.

The next second, more than a dozen dark figures rushed out.

Mid-stage infected.

They moved incredibly fast, running on all fours and springing between the walls and floor like beasts.

Black patterns covered their bodies, yet a trace of clarity remained in their eyes.

They were more than a level stronger than ordinary infected soldiers.

Gon and Killua charged forward at the same time.

The wind from their punches howled as their figures crossed.

Bang!

Gon slammed his fist into the chest of the mid-stage infected at the very front.

The man staggered back two steps, shook his head, and charged again.

His wound healed rapidly, leaving not even a trace behind.

"He's tough!" Gon cried out.

Killua twisted aside to evade another man's pounce, his fingertips grazing the other's neck.

It was useless.

The man's skin was as hard as iron.

"These guys are much stronger than the ones before," Killua said grimly.

Kurapika stood behind them, his Chain weaving through the air into a net.

The silver chains flew, binding three mid-stage infected who had charged to the front.

But they possessed astonishing strength. The Chain was stretched taut, emitting a hum that sounded as if it were about to snap.

Pariston stood at the other end of the passage, his hands in his pockets as he watched with a beaming smile.

As if he were watching an entertaining performance.

At the medical station in the