A crimson meteor streaked across the sky, tearing through the dense fog and constantly releasing pulsating red shockwaves.
Space itself was trembling, tearing apart.
Before it even arrived, while still more than ten kilometers away, the ground began to tremble faintly. Dust floated into the air, and pebbles rolled across the ground.
A tangible pressure silently descended upon every living creature within a radius of several kilometers.
This wasn't pressure on one's Heart and Spirit.
It was a real, physical pressure.
"A big shot from... Purgatory is here!"
The other two Super Adaptables, who had already fled some distance, whipped their heads around to look back. Their pace slowed unconsciously as they thought of their captain, who was still behind them.
'It's just death, isn't it? If the captain can fight to the death, why can't I!?'
The Lizardman snapped her head around, the spikes on her body trembling violently—a sign of her body's instinctual fear.
