"What is this?"
Zhu Wenwu's expression of surprise froze on his face. He initially thought Su Changxing had successfully slain the monster, but that didn't seem to be the case.
The "Dean's" head split into two, swiftly retreating as the blood in the air condensed around it, filling into its body.
In the hallway, the blood from the bodies of the Hunters was rapidly drawn out, turning into blood mist that dispersed into the air.
Others could also feel an outward pull on their wounds, though the effect was minimal.
"What's going on, was it not killed?"
Su Changxing watched the bizarre scene unfold before him, his heart sinking as he realized things were likely heading in the worst direction.
He quickly reloaded his magazine, and during this process, the "Dean" made no additional movements, retreating to the end of the hallway before stopping.
