Chapter 138

Judging by appearance is unacceptable.

In the blink of an eye, the enemies who had moments ago surged forward were wiped out by Luo Ge's Nen beast.

The beasts were dead or fallen; the robots were utterly destroyed.

Just as Mo Lao Wu and the others thought the matter was over, another shocking turn occurred on the battlefield.

Boom!!

From the building on the other side, an explosion erupted, sending countless shards of glass and stones tumbling to the ground.

Accompanying it were three figures.

"Cough cough cough! What the hell was that?!"

"It must be a Nen beast."

As the smoke cleared, the three figures were fully revealed to everyone.

It was none other than the accomplices of this attack—Pride, Wrath, and Sloth.

Mo Lao Wu gripped his large pipe, his gaze sharpening as he said gravely, "It seems they are the masterminds."

Bishigi nodded slightly and said, "Even if they didn't plan it, they're almost certainly aware of it."

Under the gaze of multiple eyes, Pride used his peripheral vision to scan the rock spirit, the Magnetic Octopus, and other creatures on the field.

He couldn't help but smirk.

While secretly observing from above, they had already been stunned by this.

They never imagined someone's Nen beast could reach such a scale—they had never seen a Nen beast this massive.

Especially after witnessing the Nen beast army's devastating assault, they had already begun to consider retreat.

But before they could escape, a black mist bearing a ghostly face appeared before them and launched an immediate attack.

Only then did they shift from shadow to the open.

Still… they probably couldn't stop them if they wanted to run!

Pride made a hand signal behind his back, and the three immediately sprinted in the opposite direction.

They must have lost their minds to stay here facing these people!

Life is the most important thing!

But they had barely taken a few steps when their feet stuck as if glued with super-strong adhesive, utterly immobilized.

Ahead, Gastly stared with pitch-black eyes.

Normal-type skill—Dark Glare!

【Can't escape!】

【Only restricts the ability to flee?!】

Pride shifted his foot and realized he could not move far from Luo Ge and the others—but could still move closer to them.

【Must fight!】

All three of Pride's companions realized this at once, their faces darkening like clouds blotting out the sky.

Their expressions shifted rapidly; Pride turned around, dragging Wrath and Sloth to face Luo Ge and the others.

Pride narrowed his eyes, removed his gold-rimmed glasses, and tucked them into his pocket, his expression turning serious.

【Defeating everyone is unlikely】

【That "little girl" and the "big man with the pipe" won't be easy to handle】

【One-on-one, we have no chance at all】

According to Pride's estimate, either Bishigi or Mo Lao Wu would require all three of them to face simultaneously.

Only then would victory be possible.

So their only goal was to escape this place—to break the restriction on fleeing.

Their eyes darted around, finally locking onto Luo Ge.

【Take out that man!】

【As fast as possible!】

Delay invites change—the sooner, the better.

Mo Lao Wu and Bishigi's expressions shifted; they reacted instantly and moved to intercept the three.

But Luo Ge, the moment he saw them, had already decided how to handle them.

At the same time, he had finally found a Nen ability worth copying with his 【Sketch】 skill!

Wrath was a red-haired man, his hair and beard thick and wild, his face twisted with menace.

His massive body charged straight at Luo Ge, his fist the size of a sandbag glowing with a thick red aura, descending like a meteor.

In an instant, the Death Coffin appeared before Wrath, its mouth gaping open with a chilling laugh.

"Eh～"

Immediately, a thin green barrier enveloped it, forming an absolute shield of safety.

Thud!

Wrath's fist struck the barrier but caused not a single scratch—it was utterly indestructible.

Normal-type skill—Guard!

【Guard】 will always block the enemy's attack!

Wrath's heart jolted.

The next moment, eerie flames bloomed around the Death Coffin, clinging tightly to Wrath like parasitic worms.

Fire-type skill—Will-o'-the-Wisp!

The Death Coffin then unleashed a dark Nen aura, forming a deep, piercing strike aimed straight at Wrath.

Ghost-type skill — Misfortune never comes alone!

These actions occurred with extreme speed; barely had Anger endured the erosion of ghost fire when Misfortune Never Comes Alone followed right behind.

Crash!!

Amid a burst of smoke, Anger was violently flung backward, his chest caving in dramatically, surrounded by charred marks.

After evolution, the Death Coffin's power had surged rapidly.

In a normal sparring match, it's hard to say.

In a life-or-death battle, even Bisi could only perish in defeat, and even stronger beings would have a good chance.

As long as the opponent's power isn't vastly superior, the Death Coffin can force a 50-50 standoff.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Anger forced himself to stand firm, his feet absorbing the impact, leaving two deep grooves in the ground.

The caved-in chest made his throat sweet with blood, and a large gush of blood spewed from his mouth.

Such injuries would have killed an ordinary person long ago.

"Damn it!"

Anger spat out two more mouthfuls of blood, jerked his head up, and fixed his blood-red eyes on the Death Coffin, his face twisting further.

Despite this grievous wound, his aura didn't weaken — instead, it intensified like fuel added to fire.

A thick, blood-red aura surged skyward, drenching him in crimson, transforming him into a devil from hell.

Like a beast fighting for survival in desperation.

【Bloodlust Rampage】: Every time he damages an enemy, he recovers the damage he has taken and the psychic energy he has consumed.

After sustaining heavy damage, his strength increases dramatically for a short time.

Drawback:

In this state, his physical stamina drains rapidly; the effect ends when stamina is completely exhausted.

For the rest of the day, he is forcibly plunged into 【Absolute】 state and cannot use psychic abilities.

Anger had just triggered the effect of his psychic ability — after being severely wounded, his power surged dramatically.

In an instant, Anger stomped the ground hard; the concrete shattered explosively, exploding into a cloud of lime dust.

His blood-red figure shot forward like an arrow released from a bow, appearing before the Death Coffin in an instant, his palm clenched into a fist the size of a fan.

This was his punch fueled by rage!

The Death Coffin still wore its eerie smile, unmoved by Anger's terrifying aura, showing not a trace of fear.

The moment the fist touched the Death Coffin, an invisible force descended upon Anger.

His surging psychic energy vanished instantly.

Trait 【Mummy】!

【Mummy】: Any ability that touches the Death Coffin is nullified.

In other words, against the Death Coffin, no ability requiring contact can function.

Anger's psychic ability was no exception.

Thus, Anger could only watch helplessly as his psychic energy abruptly drained away, reverting to its state before the ability was triggered.

Compared to before, he now seemed far weaker, posing little threat to the Death Coffin.

Without the strong aura to defend him, Anger's fate was already sealed.

"Ugh～"

The Death Coffin's phantom hand slammed down, sending a dark wave surging straight at Anger.

Another 【Misfortune Never Comes Alone】!

And this strike plunged Anger into eternal "sleep," never to awaken again.

On the other side,

Sloth and Pride were simultaneously blocked by two figures.

"Hehe～"

"Roar!"

Gengar and Nidoking stood side by side, like an unyielding wall, barring Sloth and Pride's path.

Sloth and Pride exchanged a glance and made their decision.

If they couldn't defeat that person, at least they'd eliminate the strange psychic beast first.

They suspected it was likely that beast that had prevented their escape.

【Didn't act…】

【Does he think it's enough not to move?】

Pride secretly observed — whether it was Luo Ge and the others, or the massive Rock Spirit and Magnetic Badge Octopus —

none of them moved.

They merely watched silently.

Though this annoyed him, he couldn't deny that the situation favored them.

The current situation was extremely dire.

They were extremely passive.

Direct confrontation was hopeless, escape was blocked, so they could only strive for even the slimmest chance of survival.

Sloth was a young man, his complexion pale, rarely showing any flush, as if he had never seen daylight.

He spread his arms, and a spatial domain expanded rapidly outward from him.

【Rest Time】: Release a domain; its size is determined by the amount of psychic energy expended.