People along the coast had already spotted the approaching Thousand-Hand Bodhi. Mobius had become far too infamous lately, and there was no telling how many people had fallen victim to him.
His peculiar methods of toying with others, in particular, had terrified countless people.
"Quick, run!"
"The Nether Serpent is here!"
"You have to fight back! If you want to live, you have to fight back!"
Someone kept shouting as he turned and ran at full speed.
Under Mobius's control, they advanced at astonishing speed, growing longer.
More precisely, they were being unleashed. These bulging tendons were normally hidden inside Mobius's body, but his power awakened them, restoring them to their strongest state as though they had been dosed with drugs.
For Mobius, this took only a few seconds.
But he was in no hurry to finish things so quickly. He liked giving others a little hope and taking his time playing with them.
Loki was right, actually. This really was his twisted idea of fun.
Mobius expanded his perception, releasing his Observation Haki across the island in search of his targets.
Mobius had an exceptional talent for Observation Haki. In a sense, he had inherited part of Hades's talent for it.
Perhaps because of his Snake-People Tribe bloodline, everything within the broad range of his Observation Haki appeared to Mobius through Thermal Imaging.
Living creatures, especially, had virtually no chance of escaping him.
Under his control, tendons wound around people's legs and bodies, binding them in all sorts of ways.
It was like a game of cat and mouse.
Mobius was the cat, and everyone belonging to the island's lawless factions was a mouse.
Faced with Mobius's assault, they could only flee or fight back.
If they did not resist, they would die.
Mobius had not been lying, either.