Leopard stared at the thing in midair.
It was the size of a thumb, hovering two meters above the ground, spinning round and round.
Scarlet all over, it looked like a piece of iron heated through, yet it gave off...
An aura that made those of the orc sequence tremble instinctively.
Just three seconds earlier, the fiercest hyena sequence under his command...
Sequence three, a speed type, someone too fast for the naked eye to track at a full sprint.
He had charged forward to seize the treasure, but when he was still five meters from it, his entire body burst with a bang, spraying flesh and shattered bone across the ground.
He hadn't been blown apart by a strike.
He had disintegrated.
Like a structure of building blocks with its most crucial piece pulled out, he had collapsed at the genetic level.
Leopard's pupils shrank to pinpoints, his back teeth grinding audibly.
He clearly heard the low growl rolling from his own throat, a sound felines made only when facing a natural predator.
Yet that thing remained there, hovering in midair, spinning round and round, as quiet as a harmless toy.
"What the hell is that thing..."
The bear sequence woman murmured.
No one answered.
The air reeked of blood mixed with the stench of ruptured organs, the only scent the hyena sequence had left behind.
Leopard knew he should run.
His instincts, the hunting intuition granted by his orc sequence, were all screaming...
Run. Run now. That thing isn't something you can touch.
But another voice, greedy and primal, kept calculating in his mind.
If he got his hands on something that could instantly disintegrate a sequence three, who in this apocalypse would dare challenge him?
The other convoys?
Red Blessing?
Those monsters with Spider Legs?
He would