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The ballroom had become a hell on earth. Severed heads rolled everywhere, while those who had been cut in half wailed on the floor.
A few people desperately wanted to stuff their organs back into their bellies. Perhaps that would keep them alive until the Official Beyonders arrived. They knew that some Beyonder abilities could practically bring the dead back to life. As long as they did not die immediately, there was still hope.
But the instant they touched their own organs, their hands shook violently. It was hardly a pleasant experience. Two of them immediately gave up. A few others persisted, but their hands had no strength; this was simply beyond an ordinary person's capabilities. In the end, two people succeeded, though their mental states had become somewhat abnormal.
People that ruthless were a minority, after all. Most had nothing left but the instinct to lie on the floor and wail.
Meanwhile, more than thirty gentlemen were fighting on the blood-soaked carpet. They used shards from wine bottles, table knives, their hands to strangle, and their teeth to bite. In short, they used every means available to bring down their opponents, slice open their abdomens, and extract an intact liver.
The devil had told them that anyone who removed an intact liver from a living man could leave.
Most of them had received little professional combat training, making the melee exceptionally bloody. Wails and bestial roars filled every corner of the ballroom.
The gentlemen's most primitive, savage instincts had been unleashed!
After watching for a while, Raphael addressed the ladies, who had long since collapsed to the floor in terror. "I know how gentlemen work. They talk about ladies first, but hardly any of them ever treat women as