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Before Hua Qiulang had even finished speaking, mist began to spread.

All Bai Zhu could see was a sheet of white. Visibility was less than three steps.

The Dankū barrier he had raised was instantly swallowed up, spiderweb cracks crawling across the entire transparent wall. Nen Bullets, corrosive liquid, and a bullet that curved around the edge arrived almost simultaneously.

"Don't stand in a straight line!"

Ging's voice came from the left.

Bai Zhu retreated half a step, but his foot suddenly tightened as a strip of shadow pressed against his sole and began winding upward.

Without a second thought, he stomped down, pouring Reiatsu into the ground.

The shadow let out a muffled thud and recoiled.

"Skre's shadows are on the ground. Watch yourselves," Bai Zhu warned over the comms. "If anyone walks around focused on looking cool and steps wrong, get ready to be somebody's insole."

"You still have time to joke around?"

Milluki's roar was cut off by an explosion.

In the distance, Miwa's fist punched straight through a demon's chest.

The moment he pulled it out, several crystals burst wildly from the demon's wound. Without even looking, he threw a second punch. The crystals exploded, and the blaze dyed a mass of dense mist red.

Razor raised his hand. Three demons moved forward to block the attack while he flashed aside, pulled an iron ball from his pocket, and infused it with Nen.

But Skre's shadow wrapped around the demon's ankle. Hetori emerged halfway from a mirrored stone shard in the wall, swept his arm, and corrosive Nen grazed the demon's shoulder. A huge chunk of the demon's body immediately vanished.

"Tch."

Razor wasted no words. With a flick of his palm, another demon smashed toward the mirror from the side, while he hurled the Nen-infused