Rather than a meeting, it looked more like something one would see on a slaughterhouse assembly line.
Slaughtering pigs was considered a trade. Butchers had always had a decent profession throughout the ages. Their social status might not have been high, but they would never lack food or clothing, and at least they would not starve to death.
However, after modernization, pig slaughter had become factory assembly-line work. Pigs died one after another beneath electric shock devices, then were hung on conveyor belts for automated cleaning and cutting.
Pig trotters, tenderloin, pig heads, pig tails—these body parts were cut off in batches, piled into mountains, and sold at different prices.
Perhaps his teammates still could not see it, but Su Ming's eyesight was enough to let him clearly make out the situation over there from an extreme distance.
Strange hands, strange feet, strange eyeballs, floating hearts, intestines wriggling like snakes—these things that looked like human organs yet clearly did not come from human bodies were pacing back and forth, crowded together within one area.
"There are too many of them. It's not time to expose ourselves yet." The Invisibility Cloak silently drifted above the monsters. Deathstroke glanced down at the situation below. "It's Karst Topography. These monsters seem unwilling to enter underground."
Logically, that should not have been the case. The first time Su Ming had seen a Strange Hand had been in a tomb beneath an iceberg. Compared to a cave, there was not much difference—one was man-made, while the other was not.
Looking at it this way, either these monsters lacked the authority to alter the reality within the cube, or there was something underground that even they feared.
In the previous large cube, everyone had seen prisons made up of smaller cubes. But after entering this second