Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual. As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive. Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife... Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters... Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive: Use monsters to fight monsters.
The Skeletal Corpse not only moved slower, but its attacks on the flesh nest were clearly weaker, far from how it performed against the Half-Fish Monster.
"Stop."
Bai Qilan called Lu Yu to a halt, and he paused in confusion before stopping.
"You go back first."
Su Han told Lu Yu, his gaze flickering slightly, clearly not as calm as he seemed.
Lu Yu immediately recalled his Skeletal Corpse, bid farewell to Su Han, and left the area.
"Have you anticipated what this is all about?"
He looked toward Bai Qilan; she shook her head slightly, her gaze fixed on the flesh nest: "It's just a guess, but now it's even more confirmed."
"The Skeletal Corpse is being suppressed by the flesh nest. Although it's not controlled, its overall strength has weakened a lot."
"Race or rather, kin."