Atop a massive, oval-shaped meat disc bloated with tentacles enough to unsettle anyone with trypophobia. At the center amidst the tentacles was a large mouth, with curved sharp teeth arranged in a circular, rotating fashion; from afar, it resembled a blooming chrysanthemum.
Perhaps because Sir Sabel did not resist, the sharp-toothed kwis did not adopt an aggressive pose but instead slowly extended its tentacles onto Sir Sabel.
The clammy touch sent a shiver down Sir Sabel’s spine.
Tentacles with backward-facing barbs finally caressed Sir Sabel’s lips.
Sir Sabel remained motionless.
As the tentacle was stuffed into Sir Sabel’s mouth, a chilling breath flitted by, and the grotesque sharp-toothed kwis began squeezing into Sir Sabel’s mouth.
The scene was strikingly heart-wrenching.
The size of the sharp-toothed kwis dwarfed Sir Sabel, yet now, it appeared like a parasite, burrowing into Sir Sabel’s body, with the mouth as its portal!
Although the researchers had been studying the Demonic Fiends, they never truly understood what an "invasion by a Demonic Fiend" entailed; this was their first witness to it.
Nearly ninety percent of the researchers clutched their chests, overwhelmed with the urge to retch.
The image was too horrifying!
How could such a massive creature burrow through such a small mouth into Sir Sabel’s body? Not to mention others, just imagining the sensation felt utterly revolting!
There had been researchers who wanted to merge with a Demonic Fiend, but after this, none spoke of it again.
They looked at Sir Sabel with sheer admiration.
But the researchers were mistaken, still subconsciously viewing the sharp-toothed kwis as a "creature," though referring to it as a creature wasn’t wrong; fundamentally, Demonic Fiends were still formed from Mist of Sin. The scene of the sharp-toothed kwis invading Sir Sabel was terrifying, but in truth, its tentacles, flesh, teeth...and so on, turned into black mist the instant they entered Sir Sabel’s mouth.
Meaning, while it looked terrifying, Sir Sabel had simply swallowed this mist.
When the sharp-toothed kwis completely vanished, the air was silent for several minutes.
There was a thud; Sir Sabel collapsed to the ground.
"Sir Sabel, are you alright?" Outside the observation room, researchers watched worriedly as Sir Sabel lay prostrate on the floor.
As they clung to the glass window, anxiously calling out, Sir Sabel suddenly lifted his head and let out a thunderous roar.
Sir Sabel’s eyes had turned pitch black, the skin beneath looked as if worms were writhing, his mouth opened wide, and lengthy tentacles replaced his tongue... and beyond that, Sir Sabel was visibly undergoing a transmutation at a speed noticeable to the naked eye.
The researchers, having never witnessed such a bizarre situation, were terrified, their hearts nearly stopping.
Frode pushed past the petrified researchers, walked to the window, glanced inside the observation room, then said to Angel, "He’s been invaded by a Demonic Fiend."
Angel understood what Frode meant; it was time to suppress the Demonic Fiend now.
Only by suppressing the Demonic Fiend could Frode return to sanity and become a true Demon Hunter.
The stage of suppressing the Demonic Fiend, before Labu received the authority of the Mist of Sin, could only be accomplished by Angel.
Angel did not elaborate further; he closed his eyes, connected to the Ability Tree, located the Authority of the Mist of Sin, and began the suppression of the Demonic Fiend in Sir Sabel.
All could feel a breeze sweeping by, and Sir Sabel, mid-madness, abruptly stopped moving, and thumped to the ground, unconscious.
The previously visible signs of transmutation also began disappearing, fading gradually from sight.
Angel then opened his eyes and said to Frode, "The suppression has been done. Now we wait for Sir Sabel to wake up."