Tangling devil's snare

Sheyan glanced back, to his horror he saw Phelps had fallen to the back of the pack. His eyes were desperate, frantic and even contained a chilling bone deep unwillingness. Sheyan felt an enormous tugging at his heart. Previously before entering the realm, wasn't I the same being chased by that group of hooligans?

Reflecting on that, Sheyan immediately darted to Phelps's side and pulled him by the arm, dragging him as they advanced. Phelps had a grateful look while continuing to run for his life. At this time, Deke also rebounded back as he lent an arm to the other support contestant! As the saying goes, when there are winners there are losers. The last supporter naturally fell behind, before he could say anything, a massive shadow with a tail cast over him before a pungent odour pierced into his nose! The rest of the black figures caught up, before a painful shriek turned to mournful wails. Lastly was the piercing sound of flesh ripping and muffled sounds of bones breaking.