After a mournful cry, the wheelchair fell apart in the mud.
In an instant, the mud trembled violently.
Is it done? Huai Shi was elated beyond expectation.
Then a chill spread through his chest, and a military knife blade protruded from it.
As expected, it wasn't over.
When he looked back in confusion, he saw Clement—who seemed to have crawled out of the mud—and his hideous face. Black breath continuously emerged from him.
"Damn it, are you a Second fifth too?"
Huai Shi was astonished.
In that moment, the once silent Dark Basicity trembled violently once more. It caused an even more violent uproar, sweeping in all directions.
Clement opened his mouth and violently spat out the Dark Basicity that had invaded his lungs. His eyes were crimson with madness.
"I cannot…"
He murmured hoarsely, "I cannot… stop yet…"
His former teammate, Clement, an unlucky guy who'd become an NPC right from the start of the game… No, how much of his original self was even left at this moment?
