Terror Infinity

At the peak of the city's cold steel jungle, Fang Yu hung alone beneath the dome of the apocalypse.

The wind tugged at the loose strands over his brow, carrying up the scorched stench and scent of blood from the inferno below.

At first, only a few scattered white figures clung to the skyscrapers' cold glass curtain walls.

Soaking-wet black hair, like seaweed, tangled around fire escapes, drainage pipes, and windows, trailing winding streaks of water.

Slender, deathly pale fingers dug into cracks in the concrete. Amid the teeth-grinding creak of nails scraping against hard surfaces, Sadakos climbed upward from different floors and directions, silent and stubborn.

Below, swifter shadows darted about.

The Aliens, these cold Killing Machines, ran across vertical walls as if on level ground with their powerful limbs and sharp claws. Their pointed tails lashed restlessly behind them, Compound Eyes gleaming with a predator's eerie light, their target fixed on the only living being atop the Rooftop—Fang Yu.

The concrete at the edge of the Rooftop crumbled away under some invisible pressure.

The air was thick as congealed glue. Invisible malice and resentment had nearly taken tangible form, pressing in from all sides.

Fang Yu's toes gently left the ground.

He hovered there, like a deity looking down upon an anthill, or a chess player surveying the endgame.

His eyes held an eternal indifference.

"Super Shinra Tensei."

A calm declaration.

Bzzzz—!!!

Time itself seemed to lose a frame.

Centered on the point where he hovered, it explosively expanded!

Air was no longer a medium, but a solid entity being crushed apart.

The climbing Sadakos were like moths striking a speeding train. The instant their bodies touched that invisible force field, they shattered and vanished inch by inch, starting from their fingertips. Before they could even utter a