The needle tip was razor-sharp, coated in a visible green corrosive liquid that reacted violently with the air.
A dense crowd surrounded Ke Meng. Their faces were expressionless, like stagnant water, devoid of all emotion.
They were clearly human, yet looking into their eyes, Ke Meng felt they were not-at least not on the level of their souls.
They were puppets on strings, but more sophisticated than ordinary puppets. They were all people under someone else's control.
"Is this your last resort?" Ke Meng asked, opening his mouth.
Whoosh!
A sharp knife stabbed into Ke Meng's mouth, plunging straight down his throat as far as it could go.
Ke Meng could no longer speak, but there was no trace of panic on his face. He remained calm.
Each local resident held either a fruit knife or a sword of the kind used in fencing competitions.
The swords had extremely sharp points. They had been made specifically for killing, not for competition.
The needlelike tips were coated in a potent poison. It was not an ordinary chemical toxin, but a poison imbued with supernatural power. Its fierce toxicity made Ke Meng's eyes, temples, ear canals, and throat itch strangely.
There was no pain and no wound, because neither the physical attacks nor the poison could breach the defensive threshold of his resistance, which exceeded a thousand.
With all those weapons pressing against him, Ke Meng forced himself to his feet, throwing the crowd off him.
"You've all been invaded and brainwashed." Ke Meng sighed. He did not want to do this, but he had no choice. Every one of their shadows carried the aura of Shadow Stream Members.
Even if they were not Tentacle Monster shadows, they could be other Shadow Creatures.
He patted the Scarf and took out the movement-prohibiting