Susan Morrow's face changed dramatically. She sensed her control over the hyperspace gateway was being contested by another presence. At the same time, a crazed will crashed into the psychic channel from another direction, like a venomous snake sinking its fangs into the channel and injecting its own poison with violent force.
Boom! It was like a thunderclap exploded inside her head. Jill Young grunted, enduring Susan Morrow’s psychic pressure with all her might. But in this sudden chaos, she had no way to stop Jonathan Black’s dash.
That chaotic white light was the deadliest weapon imaginable. The tangled spatial waves could shred anything not tough enough to withstand them.
Jonathan Black had no time to hit the brakes.
"Dominance!" With a roar, Li Yuncong activated his transformation.
With a clatter of chains, Chainsaw Girl whipped out her weapon.
Oddball yanked out his short baton, the zipper on his pants hissing all the while.
The No One Under Heaven team reacted lightning-fast, but Jonathan Black was already way too close to the portal, moving way too fast—there was no catching up.
Existing somewhere between being and not being, Dream Monroe was the only one with a shot at stopping Jonathan Black. But her eyes just flickered, and she stood there quietly, ignoring everything that was happening, as if she didn’t care about anyone’s life or death.
The next instant.
Bang! With a muffled thud, Jonathan Black toppled backward, staring at the ceiling. There was a cable around his neck—Jill Young had clenched her teeth, fought off the psychic backlash, and at the last possible moment, whipped the cable out to catch him.
"Why are you running around like a lunatic? Behave yourself!" Jill Young shouted, then immediately turned her gaze toward the portal.
Sure, she’d managed to snag Jonathan Black, but that bang just now was very real.
Jonathan Black had hit something right in front of the portal...
Well, that’s... actually pretty weird...
"What the heck is this!" The shocked yell came from John Yang. He pointed to the far side of the portal, where there was a... thing. Jonathan Black had just crashed into it and sent it flying.
Everyone looked over—and all of them were stunned.
It was a lump of blurry flesh, looking disturbingly fresh, with a perfectly clean cut. Bright red blood sprayed everywhere, dyeing the ground in seconds.
"This is—" Charlie rushed forward to check, then his face darkened. "This is a human chest cavity and half an abdomen, sliced clean off."
The No One Under Heaven team had seen all kinds of grisly remains before, but this one made them exchange uneasy glances. The way this corpse had appeared was just too freaky.
How could there be such a horribly mangled human torso inside a hyperspace portal?
But that wasn’t the end—Jonathan Black had just gotten up when he saw something even more shocking.
A blood rain—an absolutely insane blood rain—sprayed out from the white vortex. Along with it came bits and pieces of flesh and organs: an arm, a chunk of intestine, half a thigh, part of a brain—shredded human tissue kept shooting out of the portal, turning the whole battlefield blood-red in seconds.
That thick, surging red instantly cast a creepy, horrifying shadow over everything.
"What the—!" Senior Brother Mentor got slapped in the face by half a liver, grabbed it off, froze for a second, then shrieked and bolted backward: "What is this, a Western horror flick? I’m not even a combatant!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—every No One Under Heaven team member with fighting ability instantly formed a ring around the portal, eyes full of shock and suspicion. Why was so much human debris spraying out? Did something freaky or ominous happen in that hyperspace?
Right then, a whole new horror unfolded inside the portal.
From that patch of white light, a human arm stretched out.
A few arms, dozens of arms, hundreds—countless arms reached out of the white light. The area covered by the light wasn’t even that big, but now it looked like some monster with hundreds of arms. Arms waved, twitched, grabbed at everything. They even grabbed each other, sometimes smacking each other around.
Then came the faces—human faces. Men, women, old, young, every color you could imagine. These faces surfaced from the white light like icebergs poking above water. They were shouting something, but you couldn’t hear it. They were expressing something, but who knew what. The Chosen Ones couldn’t pick up any readable info, but the pain, madness, and hatred radiating out was so intense, it felt like a twisted reactor, infecting everyone’s minds.
The swirling white light surged and faded, faces shifting positions nonstop. Sometimes they overlapped, then split apart again. Blood kept spraying out between the gaps in those faces and hands, drenching everything in a hellish crimson in the blink of an eye.
Bathed in thick blood, the Chosen Ones finally noticed: inside the eyes, noses, ears, and mouths of those faces, something else was writhing, struggling, howling. It was like infinite layers of pain stacked on top of each other. All of it mixed into the red blood—a scene even scarier than any hell painting.
"Holy crap! What even is this!" Oddball Bro panicked. Facing a scene like some ancient evil god getting unleashed, Oddball Bro’s combat power was basically zero—he just couldn’t get it up.
"Get ready!" Clang—Icebell Sword flashed out, icy jade energy swirling along the blade. Luo Yuxi’s eyes were sharp, standing her ground. Ancient evil god or alien demon, whatever it was, Luo Yuxi was ready to swing her sword. She had the aura of a true swordswoman now.
With her leading the charge, every No One Under Heaven team member powered up, and the heavy weapons were ready to go.
Team, focus fire! Let’s give this thing a taste of pain!
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This terrifying monster couldn’t scare off the crowd’s fighting spirit.
But Jill Young stopped them.
"Wait, hold up!" Jill Young struggled to speak. "These... these are just regular people!"
"Regular people?!" The Chosen Ones were instantly stunned. This eldritch overlord-looking thing was made of regular folks?
"Ugh!" Jill Young clutched her head and groaned—the tangled memories stabbed her brain with pain. But tracing the psychic channel, she managed to glimpse the source of that venomous psychic snake.
She saw a massive underground cavern, a raised platform, three sacrificial victims locked in pods—and the mastermind orchestrating everything: Patrick Zade.
Patrick Zade had never expected anyone to tap into the psychic channel and connect with the victims’ minds, spying on this side from their perspective. He stood on the round dais, looking both smug and anxious.
"Why are the spatial waves so chaotic? Damn it, that disgusting guy’s backup plan actually worked! Quick, keep firing the expendables in!" Patrick Zade waved his hand; with a series of bangs, one figure after another shot toward the swelling white center like cannonballs.
From the victims’ perspective, you couldn’t see what device was launching the human cannonballs. But Jill Young could hear the wails and desperate screams loud and clear. She watched person after person fly into the white light, only to be shredded into bits, scattering everywhere.
She also saw armed guards herding a long line of people—all kidnapped civilians. Men, women, adults, kids. Young girls, little children. Begging, crying, pleading—none of it mattered. The men in black forced them into the white light, where the chaos of hyperspace crushed, stacked, and twisted them into monstrous shapes.
Some fought back in rage, only to be brutally killed by the guards. Hidden among the crowd, a few Chosen Ones suddenly sprang into action, superhero-style, trying to save everyone. They did cause some chaos, but were quickly suppressed by thunderous explosions.
Crack! A thunderous boom—and those No One Under Heaven team members exploded into flying dust.
The victims’ view was limited, but Jill Young could sense it: the one who just made a move was the same "god" whose head she’d chopped off before! She saw a young man who looked a bit like Adam Zade, barking out cruel orders: "Why is it so unstable? Quick, throw in more cannon fodder! Crank up the power! Stabilize the spatial waveform already!"
Crack! A surge of electricity blasted through the victim’s body. As her mind blurred, Jill Young snapped back into her own body. She realized that Susan Morrow and Dream Monroe, who were linked to her mind, could see everything too. Dream Monroe’s face twitched, but she said nothing—Susan Morrow, on the other hand, was absolutely livid.
She’d never witnessed such utter madness or cruelty in her peaceful life. Thirty years as a doctor had never changed Susan Morrow’s compassion. But this writhing mass of tortured faces set her blood boiling with rage.
"Bastard!!" Eyes blazing, Susan Morrow flung out her arms, fighting with everything she had to seize control of the hyperspace portal. "No way I’m letting some little shit like you get away with this!"
"The enemy opened another hyperspace portal somewhere else on Earth and forced these regular people to go through first—so they got mashed up by the chaotic space and turned into what you see!" Jill Young ordered, "Everyone listen up: don’t touch the white light, but it’s safe outside it. Save as many people as you can—just don’t get yourselves killed!"
Really just regular people? Once the shock wore off, the No One Under Heaven team noticed it too—there was nothing supernatural about those arms and faces.
This writhing, suffering mass really was just a bunch of ordinary folks!
Holy crap, which bastard crossed the line of human decency like this?
We martial artists live for justice. Draw your sword, raise hell—let’s take them down!