Xin Huohuo's heart went cold.
The truth was, the Array was ineffective against humans, but it served as a powerful source of psychological comfort and morale. With the Array now broken, Xin Huohuo felt her last hope was gone. She was dead for sure. And as she stood there, stunned, the possessed passengers were already scrambling to swarm her, countless hands reaching out to grab her.
But anyone facing death would fight back, and Xin Huohuo was no exception. As her body was pulled in every direction, a tearing pain shooting through her, she struggled with all her might, desperate to break free from the hopeless encirclement. Yet, the forces pulling at her only grew stronger. All she could see was a sea of bobbing heads and hands like strange, grasping vines, trapping her completely.
'I'm going to be trapped and killed, torn to shreds!'
"Let me go!" She struggled with every ounce of her strength—with the very force of her life—as a nameless rage boiled in her chest.
