Too fast.
By the time Nameless and the other two reacted, the Cow Ratman was gone.
By rights, that distance was practically within arm's reach for them. Yet they could not react. They could only watch helplessly as the Cow Ratman was swallowed in an instant.
"It must be a kind of causal power. Once it opens its mouth, its prey is bound to end up in its belly. Nothing, living or otherwise, can stop that from happening," Gao Shanggong said thoughtfully.
With his strength, it was almost impossible for him to fail to react. He had been ready to strike, but when that mouth opened, he seemed to fall half a beat behind. By the time he tried to act, it was too late.
Light gathered in Nameless's palm and formed a screen in the blink of an eye. On it, the Cow Ratman's devouring by the Frog Mouth played back at an extremely slow speed.
"I saw it clearly this time," he said. "Judging by its shape, the mouth looks remarkably like a bullfrog's. Its tongue is fairly short too, which fits a bullfrog. Also, it seems to hunt from weakest to strongest. The Grey Ratman was the weakest among us, so he was the first to be eaten. The Cow Ratman came next. If I'm right..."
As he spoke, he looked toward the True Self Amateur.
The True Self Amateur was the third weakest person present. If Nameless's deduction was right, the Frog Mouth would target him next.
The True Self Amateur could not tell whether it was all in his head or whether he truly sensed danger. After hearing Nameless, he felt as though a pair of eyes had fixed on him.
That barely perceptible gaze felt like needles against his back.
He swallowed. "I feel