The repugnant pig-faced monster could not enter the blood pool, and the hooks controlled by the factory manager were blocked by other residual souls using their bodies, its entire fatty body shaking with rage. Never before had someone pushed it to such an extent.
The pig eyes, full of blood silk, bulged out as the factory manager stared death at Han Fei, who was still climbing upward. The man, covered in wounds, seemed like he could collapse at any moment, yet he continued to shatter the manager's comprehension with a bloodied body.
The limits in the factory manager's eyes were broken by Han Fei time and again. In that seemingly weak body, which it could crush with one hand, there appeared to be a power it couldn't understand at all.
Once again, the manager manipulated the huge hook, but more and more people began to help Han Fei. Those residual souls, who retained the most important aspects of their humanity, blocked the sharp hooks with their own bodies.