Those large, deathly pale hands forcibly pried the elevator doors apart.
A figure who seemed both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar to Su Bai gripped the broken metal doors and leaped out.
He remembered that when he last saw Chiliu, Chiliu had yet to realize he had become a Strange Creature. He had merely thought of himself as a member of the Blood Clan on the verge of going mad with hunger. Having gone hundreds of years without feeding, he had been in terrible shape, all skin and bones, his clothes in tatters. So even after Chiliu finally accepted his identity as a Strange Creature, his frame, a little taller than an ordinary person's, had remained gaunt.
Though he was still on the thin side, he was clearly much sturdier than before. He stood straighter and no longer looked so bedraggled. His clothes were tidy, too. It was as though he had emerged from his former state as a "Blood Clan remnant" and further settled into his identity as a Strange Creature.
Su Bai could sense that although the Red Moon's Power within Chiliu no longer surged unchecked, that restrained power was now more substantial than before.
The other Players beside him, however, were nowhere near as calm.
Nothing about the Strange Creature before them looked normal. His face was utterly bloodless, deathly white, even, with veins faintly visible beneath his skin. His eyes were especially unsettling, his pupils suffused with a completely red glow. When he stared at the human Players, he seemed to exude a primal craving and an oppressive presence.
Every Player present held their breath.
Then, just as the tension reached its breaking point, the Strange Creature who had violently forced the doors open suddenly spoke.
His low, hoarse voice held no hostility. Instead, it carried an