That claw was enormous. Its tip alone was longer than the middle-aged man's entire body.
The claw was covered in blue-green scales, each bearing a natural rune pattern.
The claw reached out from the net and made a gentle swipe...
Squelch.
Half the middle-aged man's body vanished.
From his left shoulder to his left hip, his entire left side was gone.
It was as though something had simply erased it.
The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror, without a single drop of blood flowing out. Clearly visible within were...
His bones and internal organs.
Fortunately...
This fellow was a zombie.
His vitality was absurdly tenacious.
He let out a muffled grunt, and his remaining body shot backward to the very rear of the group.
The erased half of his body began slowly regenerating, pink flesh buds wriggling out of the cut surface.
It was not over yet.
The next one continued charging forward.
The girl who looked barely in her teens curled into a ball in midair, then abruptly unfurled.
A pair of fleshy wings sprouted from her back, spanning over ten meters and covered in twisted black blood vessels.
She accelerated toward the net.
This time, a white gale appeared on the net.
Wind blades.
Countless wind blades as fine as hair poured from the net, forming a strangling mesh of wind.
The girl plunged into that mass of wind blades.
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft...
Thousands of fine wounds instantly appeared across her body, each deep enough to expose bone.
Her fleshy wings were sliced into fragments by the wind blades, and black blood rained down.
She was flung back.
Then came the next one.
The hunched old man lowered himself and slid forward along the void.
This time, a column of black water fell from