Every corner of this world heard that squeak.
Whether in works of art or in people's usual impressions, squeaking sounds were generally associated with delicate girls, newborn animals, and similar images. Even if they sometimes seemed a little affected, they were, all in all, still cute.
But no one who heard Snow Ji's squeak would ever feel that way, because she did not look human, because of her indifferent eyes, and, most importantly, because of the red line Cold Cicada had drawn on her face. When that line split open, it became a mouth. However one looked at it, this was a scene from a horror movie. Who knew how many children and adults it had frightened to tears? It might even linger in humanity's collective consciousness and become some kind of legend.
The monsters on the planet's surface were all dead and naturally had no reaction. Monk of Joy reacted rather strongly, his eyes widening enormously, his handsome, youthful face filled with disbelief. Apart from him, the strongest reaction came from the nine Black Suns in the sky.
Suddenly, heaven and earth went dark. (Wow...)
The nine Black Suns descended toward the ground, truly resembling an apocalyptic scene from a religious oil painting.
The atmosphere, and even space itself, were torn apart. Countless tens of thousands of turbulent currents could be seen against the dark vault of heaven.
The lone remaining fleshy wing trailed black smoke, countless tentacles flailed wildly, and those ugly monsters resembling frozen pears drew ever closer to the ground. Standing on the basketball court, Flower Creek and Monk of Joy soon even sensed the monsters' emotions.
For some reason, after sensing Snow Ji's existence, these High-Rank Mother Nests actually displayed emotions they had never shown before—emotions that should never have existed in them at all—and