Now, this force has become his last straw for survival.
"Judgment!"
Delir let out an angry roar, the broken church body erupted with dazzling white light.
This light pierced towards the Gulping Mouth like a sharp sword, leaving deep scorch marks on its enormous maw.
"Ahhh! Damn Holy Light!"
Harlem retreated in pain, the saliva in his mouth turning into painful blood:
"You traitor... still harboring strength..."
But this counterattack also exhausted Delir’s last strength.
His body began to tremble uncontrollably, and his consciousness started to blur.
The predators around were startled by this sudden attack.
They originally thought Delir was already fish on the chopping board, not expecting such a strong counterattack ability.
"Damn... these guys haven’t completely lost their combat power..."
Sarlin reassessed the prey’s level of danger:
"Looks like a more cautious approach is needed..."
Nicholas also paused his steps, beginning to reformulate a capture strategy.
This unexpected event caused the originally imminent hunt to be temporarily stalemated.
But all the predators knew this stalemate wouldn’t last long.
The three severely injured Apostles could not sustain prolonged resistance and would eventually become their meal.
In this tense standoff, a chilly voice suddenly resonated in the air:
"Seems... everyone is quite hungry..."
The owner of the voice slowly emerged from the shadows, a slender humanoid figure.
His entire body was shrouded in black mist, face hidden under a deep hood, with only two blood-red glows visible.
"Mist Shadow" Mold, one of the indigenous Apostles of the Abyss Sixth Layer.
His appearance sent a thick sense of threat throughout the gathered predators.
"Mold..."
The voice of the Gulping Mouth grew wary:
"Are you planning to intervene in this matter?"
"Intervene?"
Mold let out a low laugh:
"I’m just here to enjoy this splendid performance... and perhaps... tidy up some leftovers..."
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding shadows began to stir.
Countless black tentacles stretched from the shadows, writhing in the air like snakes.
Sarlin felt the threat, a vicious expression showing on her beautiful face:
"You think you alone can monopolize the flesh of three Apostles?"
"Certainly not."
Mold admitted frankly, but there was no retreat in his tone:
"So... I propose everyone divides it fairly... according to strength..."
The tense atmosphere in the air grew even more intense.
The original hunt aimed at the three injured Apostles had now transformed into a more complex multi-sided melee.
Every predator calculated risk and reward, seeking the most advantageous moment.
More predators began to emerge from the shadows:
The toxic vine monster of the Corrosion Swamp;
The space hunter from the Abyss rift;
The chaos demon from the turbulence;
And some entirely uncategorizable bizarre beings.
They were all attracted by the weakening aura emanating from the three Apostles, eyes full of bare malice and greed.
Delir barely lifted his head, looking at the encircling predators, eyes filled with despair and fury:
"Damn Nari, I curse you... I curse everything about you..."
But this feeble curse held no deterrence before the predators.
They began closing in slowly, ready to savor this rare feast.
At this moment, the arena was once again shrouded in bloodshed and chaos.
But this time, no authority came to restore order.
Maggs’ avatar was dead, Nari had left, only the most primitive and brutal survival of the fittest remained.
And as this new slaughter was about to begin, not one participant dared to mention Nari’s name again.
Fear and chaos, like a virus, spreading from the sixth layer to engulf the entire Abyss.
Maggs’ avatar was dead, Nari had left, only the most primitive and brutal survival of the fittest remained.
And as this new slaughter was about to begin, not one participant dared to mention Nari’s name again.
Fear and chaos, like a virus, spreading from the sixth layer to engulf the entire Abyss.