anwhile, a thick, blood-red wall to the side did not escape unscathed.
A massive impact violently smashed a huge hole through it. The resulting dust filled the air, mixing with shards of glass to form a hazy smog.
The few people who had only managed to run a few steps were caught in the blast.
Like kites with their strings cut, they were thrown backward uncontrollably and slamd heavily onto the ground.
Their bodies rolled helplessly across the ground a few tis before finally coming to a stop.
Still reeling from the shock, everyone raised their heads to look.
Half of the bus had violently embedded itself into the apartnt lobby.
The front was severely caved in, like a crumpled piece of paper, while its once-round wheels continued to spin stubbornly.
They let out a GRINDING, CREAKING noise.
Wisps of faint white smoke curled up from beneath the wheels.
Seeing this, the survivors were struck with a wave of delayed terror. They had been just monts from death.
The bearded man who had been joking earlier couldn’t stop his legs from shaking.
He was scared out of his wits. A dark patch spread across his crotch, and the pungent stench of urine faintly perated the air.
BANG!
At that mont, the bus’s caved-in, twisted windshield was suddenly blasted outward as if by a powerful, invisible force.
It shot out like a cannonball, whistling as it traced an arc through the air.
With a CLANG, it smashed onto the ground not far away, kicking up a cloud of dust.
The next mont.
To everyone’s astonishnt, a Young Man reached out, tore open the twisted tal fra, and stepped out.
That’s right—he tore it open as easily as ripping paper.
He was completely unhard.
His eyes held a calm composure that stood in stark contrast to the surrounding panic.
Right after him, four figures with faces as pale as sheets of paper climbed out of the bus.
Two n and two won—it was Yang Hu and his group.
At the mont, their condition was dire.
Although Yang Hu had used his Dream Eye just in ti to protect them, barely withstanding the brutal force of the impact, they were still violently thrown about in the collision.
As a result, they were in no better shape than the people on the ground.
Guo Wei and the short-haired girl were especially unsteady, their legs feeling like cotton as their bodies swayed from side to side.
The mont they stepped off the bus, it was as if all the strength had been sucked from their legs, and they crumpled to their knees.
Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and their stomachs churned like vortexes as bile rose in their throats.
Then, with a "BLECH," they threw up.
Just then.
The wrecked bus, still crookedly embedded in the side of the apartnt lobby, began to slowly turn transparent as if manipulated by an invisible hand.
At first, its body was only faintly visible, like a fading picture. As ti went on, its outline grew dimr and dimr, until a few seconds later, it vanished completely.
It was as if it had never been there at all. At the sa ti, the ssy pile of rubble and glass shards on the ground began to rise, defying all logic as if ti itself were reversing. They flew in arcs through the air, slotting perfectly back into the gaping hole in the wall.
In an instant, the shattered apartnt wall and glass door were restored to their original, pristine condition, as if repaired by a pair of magical hands.
Not a single trace of the impact remained.
Seeing this bizarre spectacle, a strange glint appeared in Hu Qi’s eyes.
’For a seemingly ordinary apartnt to stand here in the Nightmare Gap, it must be anything but ordinary. It’s not so strange that it can repair itself.’
He recalled that as the bus had approached the apartnt, he had clearly felt a powerful resistance pressing against them.
’If I hadn’t injected more Nightmare Power into the bus to break through that barrier,’ he thought, ’the vehicle probably would have vanished before we even got close.’
Hu Qi gave the restored apartnt a single, indifferent glance before paying it no more mind.
Sensing Ouyang Shuokong’s aura growing clearer, he started walking straight ahead.
He needed to go see this underling of his.
"Wait... wait a second."
Just then, an urgent voice suddenly rang out, stopping Hu Qi.
The speaker was the young man from before.
His face was pale and completely drained of color, but his eyes shone with excitent.
However, when Hu Qi’s gaze fell upon him, his scalp went numb, as if a cold electric current had shot through his entire body.
Imdiately after, it felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body, and his legs began to tremble slightly.
But even so, he propped up his trembling body and mustered the courage to speak.
"Boss, c-can you take as your underling? I swear, from now on, I’ll do whatever you say without question!"
The imnse power Hu Qi had just displayed had a profound impact on him, kindling a fierce desire in his heart.
He wanted to beco strong, to be just like him.
"Your willpower is decent, but you’re too weak."
Hu Qi said.
With that, he said no more and turned to walk deeper into the apartnt.
The others stood rooted to the spot, trading uncertain glances. For a mont, no one dared to speak.
They were all overwheld by the imnse pressure emanating from Hu Qi. It felt as if they weren’t facing an ordinary human, but a prival beast from a forgotten age.
The pressure he exuded felt several tis more intense than facing the monsters in their Blood Word Script missions.
They didn’t know that this was all because Hu Qi’s Life Level far surpassed their own.
The vast chasm between them was the cause of this overwhelming sensation.
"Brother Hu, who is that guy? Could he be one of the masters from the upper Third Layer?"
Only after Hu Qi’s figure had completely vanished from sight did soone finally turn to Yang Hu, hesitating before speaking.
He asked the question that was on everyone’s mind.
The pressure from Hu Qi had been simply too intense, leaving them all intensely curious about his identity.
"I... I don’t know either."
Yang Hu shook his head.
He simply recounted what had happened earlier.
After hearing what Hu Qi had done on their way there, everyone fell into a stunned silence.
They didn’t know what to say.
He killed the driver, drove recklessly the whole way, ran over any monster they ca across, and dragged the ones he couldn’t kill behind the bus.
’Can you even complete a Script mission like that?’
’Are you sure he’s a newcor and not so monster in human skin?’
’Just what kind of thing did the Blood Word Script drag in this ti?’
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