"Something's wrong!"
Wind-Thunder was the first to notice something amiss and strode forward, shooting a hand out to pin Gong Jieyong down.
"You're being affected?"
"Cough, cough, cough. Don't just pin me down. Haven't you noticed you've put a wind blade against your own neck?"
Wind-Thunder abruptly tilted its head, staring in horror at its own razor-sharp fingertips. Had it nearly sliced itself apart just now?
Voices rang out one after another, disrupting the calm. Countless images flashed through the minds of Those Without a Home, scarlet bloodlight filling their eyes as an urge to cut themselves open arose.
Blue Sea and Little White had already reverted to their original forms, enormous tentacles piercing each other's bodies.
They were not slaughtering each other, but inflicting grievous wounds out of necessity. Once they had severely wounded each other, the immense pain could keep them themselves and their wills firm.
Resisting this strange power.
Wail and Ku Rong reacted swiftly when they noticed Gong Jieyong's state. One trapped themselves directly inside a bubble, while the other simply detached his own arms.
The sudden change had effortlessly crippled several people's fighting strength. Knife-Slicing Hell, reinforced with all manner of protective powers, shuddered, and that mass of silver-gray substance watched them all.
"Being unable to escape this place's restraints doesn't mean I can't affect you. You cannot eliminate me."
The Slaughter Seat snorted. "A Calamity that was once hacked to pieces-what are you blustering about here?"
"Hacked to pieces..."
Sinful Karma's voice held contempt, along with a coldness that disregarded all things. It was neither deliberately cultivated nor accompanied by any fluctuation of emotion.
It merely stated the facts indifferently.
"The present Judgment cannot do it. I thought you could wield that sword, but after waiting so long, I haven't seen so much as