Chapter 383: Chapter 382- Sudden Horror The moment Grey noticed the person, his shadow also slowed to a halt as his eyes narrowed with hesitation and caution. This was Port Thirty-Three, a harbor completely controlled by this mysterious Super Sect.
The flying vessel alone occupied almost the entire harbor. It was so enormous that the port could barely accommodate it, leaving only a tiny amount of space for any other boats to dock nearby.
In fact, out of fear and respect for the Super Sect, the cultivators of Sky Mist City did not even dare approach the vessel. Instead, they deliberately kept their distance, docking their own magic ships at other ports that were crowded with cultivators just like themselves.
Because of this, the sight before them immediately appeared abnormal.
A plain, weathered canoe floated gently upon the calm sea, rising and falling with the slow rhythm of the waves. Standing silently upon it was a lone figure, his back facing the harbor as he quietly gazed toward the endless horizon. His posture was relaxed, almost indifferent, as though he did not care in the slightest about the terrifying presence of the Super Sect behind him.
The scene was simply too strange.
It was more than enough reason for both Grey and his shadow to remain on guard.
Neither of them made a sound.
The two figures remained perfectly still for several long seconds, carefully observing the mysterious cultivator from afar.
Yet throughout that entire time, the person did not react in the slightest. He neither turned around nor shifted his feet. It was as though he had become a lifeless statue standing upon the canoe, with only the gentle swaying of the waves creating any movement in the scene.
Realizing that the person did not seem to have noticed their presence, Grey was just about to signal his gloomy counterpart to quietly leave when everything changed.
Crack!
The person’s neck suddenly twisted violently to one side.
The sound was so loud and abrupt that it echoed clearly across the silent harbor.
Before either Grey or his shadow could react, the man’s head jerked backward unnaturally, as though an enormous invisible hand had seized his skull and was ruthlessly wrenching it upward.
Crack! Crack!
Several more sickening sounds of breaking bones echoed through the air.
At that moment, despite the man’s back still facing them, both Grey and his shadow could clearly see his face.
His head had rotated so far that his features were now completely upside down.
His bloodshot eyes rolled wildly within their sockets, while every muscle in his face trembled uncontrollably.
Pure fear.
Unrestrained terror.
Both emotions were frozen upon his distorted face.
It was obvious that he was no longer in control of his own body.
Yet the nightmare had only just begun.
His arms suddenly bent in impossible directions.
The elbows folded backward.
The wrists twisted several complete rotations.
His fingers snapped one after another until they pointed in grotesque directions.
Then—
Rip!
Both arms were violently torn away from his body.
Blood exploded into the air like crimson rain, accompanied by shattered bones, strips of flesh, and fragments of muscle that scattered in every direction before crashing into the sea and harbor.
The mutilated body convulsed violently.
But even then...
It still did not end.
The limbless cultivator was suddenly lifted several feet into the air by an unseen force.
His legs began twisting violently at the hips.
The bones shattered one after another before the flesh itself gave way.
Rip!
Both legs were brutally ripped from his body.
Only after every one of his limbs had been torn away did the invisible force finally release him.
The armless, legless corpse crashed heavily onto the wooden floor of the canoe with a dull, sickening thud, fresh blood rapidly staining the weathered planks beneath him.
All throughout the horrifying ordeal, the man’s eyes remained wide open, filled with unrestrained pain and absolute terror. Every muscle on his face twitched uncontrollably, yet he was unable to utter even the slightest cry. Despite having both his arms and legs ripped from his body, he somehow refused to die immediately.
It was as though the unseen force had deliberately kept him alive, forcing him to experience every ounce of agony before allowing death to claim him.
Nevertheless, it was obvious that his life would soon come to an end.
Although the entire scene felt as though it had lasted for several agonizing minutes, in reality, only two breaths of time had passed.
An overwhelming sense of dread instantly flooded Grey’s heart.
Every instinct he possessed screamed at him to run.
Run.