Yang Yong turned to look at Chen Gen.
Their eyes met, and each saw the anxiety churning in the other's eyes.
They really were surrounded on all sides now.
Who could have imagined...
There would actually be this many Eerie: Entwined Crowds?
Yang Yong couldn't understand it.
Could these fucking Entwined Crowds reproduce?
How were there so many?
Even an idiot could tell this number was abnormal.
And...
More were still pouring in from behind them.
It really was "one signal arrow through the clouds, and a vast army comes running."
This was bullshit.
"What do we do?"
Yang Yong and Chen Gen asked in unison.
The moment they spoke, both knew they were in trouble.
The other had no solution either.
Yang Yong kept dodging through the air, his metal wings tracing streaks of cold light through the darkness.
He ducked low, avoiding three Entwined Crowds pouncing at once, his voice carrying suppressed anger. "Didn't the Whale Lord send you? Get him to do something!"
Chen Gen looked troubled, the Revolver in his hand spitting tongues of flame nonstop. "I already notified him. But... you know how it is. Only the Whale Lord can contact me. I have no way of contacting him myself."
"Fuck!"
Yang Yong was furious.
Chen Gen had suckered him into coming here, and he had really gotten the worst of the deal.
More and more Entwined Crowds gathered around them.
They were packed densely together, one against another.
Every Entwined Crowd had fifteen or twenty bodies tangled around it...
Some were still struggling weakly, while others had completely lost all signs of life, leaving only pairs of hollow eyes staring straight ahead.
Those eyes.
Some had rolled back, some were bloodshot, and some had lost their eyeballs entirely, leaving only dark, empty sockets.
But