I can see experience bars after being transported to another world.

Before Rake could warn him, the Hooded Watchman sensed the danger. On his right arm, which had been reduced to bone, new flesh was beginning to grow back, but it stopped halfway back on.

He turned his head and looked into the depths of the collapse.

"They've arrived."

Before the words were even finished, a blood-red afterimage suddenly darted out from the collapsed opening, moving at a speed many times faster than the giant ghoul, appearing almost as a dark red dotted line.

It didn't rush towards Rake, who was closer; instead, the afterimage went straight for the Hooded Watchman's side.

Rex reacted swiftly. The swarm of insects covering the collapsed area exploded, and the massive cluster of insects transformed into a wall of insects, forcefully blocking the path between the blood-red afterimage and the Hooded Watchman.

The moment the insect wall touched the afterimage, the entire layer of gray fleshy worms curled up and became contaminated, cracking open piece by piece from the inside out. The insect wall held on for less than two breaths before being completely pierced through.

But those two breaths are enough.

The hooded Night Watchman had already flashed three steps away, the flesh on his arms peeling away and reforming, with blades hanging around him, blades facing outwards, his eyes fixed on the bloody afterimage.

The afterimage emerged from the rubble of the insect wall before finally revealing its true form.

It was a strange-looking ghoul, its entire body naked, flesh exposed, without any skin, with slit-like eyes above its head, a hunched body, and hands hanging at its sides with extremely long fingertips.

Rake and the Hooded Watchmen immediately recognized him as a special individual.

It stared at the Hooded Watchman, its slit-like eyes revealing a cold scrutiny, ignoring Rake. Clearly, in its eyes, Rake no longer posed any threat.

Rex's swarm of insects was more than half destroyed, and the swarming insects were not even half of what they were originally. It was clear that a strange supernatural being that had been weakened to this extent was not worth prioritizing.

Almost simultaneously, the Hooded Night's Watch launched the first attack.

Flesh-and-blood blades shot out in unison. However, the speed of that special individual far exceeded that of the large ghouls on the field. With a flick of its body, it dodged most of them. The few remaining blades that pierced its body closed up the moment they entered its flesh, without even a drop of blood.

The Hooded Watchman intended to use his ability to tear flesh apart.

But the moment he collided with it, he realized that this thing was nothing but flesh and blood.

Logically speaking, dealing with it should be even simpler than dealing with the chimera, but this thing's flesh and blood seem to possess an extremely strong vitality, making it impossible for him to mutate its flesh and blood. In other words, he couldn't use his ability to mutate flesh and blood at all.

The special individual did not give him any time to think of a solution.

In a flash, he was already in front of him, his blood-soaked hands reaching straight for his chest.

The hooded Night's Watchman's flesh and blood congealed into a layer of armor on his chest as he leaned back to dodge. The moment the bloody hand brushed against the surface of the armor, the entire layer of armor rapidly rotted and became contaminated from the inside, and even the innermost layer of skin turned black.

The hooded night watchman's expression changed.

'Is the pollution really that bad?'

He immediately peeled off the entire layer of flesh armor and threw it away, blood gushing from the exposed wound.

Rex's swarm of insects attacked from the side, trying to entangle this special individual.

The moment the swarming insects touched it, they died en masse, but Rex couldn't care less. The swarming insects seemed endless, rushing towards it in waves, dying in waves.

Rake was using the lives of the swarming insects to buy time for the Night's Watch.

The swarm of insects that Reck had formed was shrinking at a visible rate.

Rex, who was no longer recognizable as a human, groaned, and his extraordinary abilities began to show some unusual activity.

The swarming insects were originally one with him, and their life and death usually had almost no impact on him. But this time, they were corrupted and devoured to death. With each one that died, a faint backlash was transmitted back to him through that connection.

The special individual was entangled by the swarm of insects for several breaths.

In those few breaths, the hooded Night's Watchman's arms sprouted a new set of flesh-and-blood blades. This time he didn't launch them, but instead gripped them in his hands, two serrated long blades, one on his left and one on his right, his body also covered with a simple layer of flesh-and-blood armor.

The moment the special individual shook off the swarm of insects, the Hooded Watchman rushed to meet it.

He knew his only chance was a direct confrontation. If he chose to flee, the losses to the inner city would be unmanageable. He dared not imagine the consequences of such a powerful individual charging into the inner city.

And Rick will most likely die here. Rick can't die, at least not now.

Two figures collided in the ruins of the collapsed area. The sound of flesh colliding was dull and heavy, mixed with a strange stickiness.

The hooded Night's Watch's serrated blades could slice into the bodies of special individuals with each strike, yet the wounds would begin to heal the instant they made contact. The creature's self-healing speed was almost as fast as its attacks.

Moreover, each of its touches is highly contaminated, and with each impact, a layer of his flesh-and-blood blade rots away.

The flesh of the Hooded Night's Watch is corroded and slowly regenerated, but what is corroded always grows back faster than what is eroded.

The flesh beneath the robe was gradually drying out, his face grew paler and paler, and most of the flesh armor that had just been applied to his right arm was being eroded away.

If this continues, he'll eventually be worn down and killed.

Rick could see it clearly too.

His followers are few in number; even if they were all piled up, they would only amount to about 30% of the original number.

But he still moved.

At the same moment, all the swarming insects transformed into a gray torrent, forcibly enveloping the special individual from behind.

The gray worms turned to ash and died from the outside in, crumbling into ashes in large swaths. The sea of ​​worms shrank at a visible speed, until only a fist-sized gray clump remained, clinging to Rex's chest.

Rick could no longer support his body; his legs buckled, and he nearly collapsed to his knees.

Blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and his skin cracked all over. The insects had died too many times and too quickly, and the backlash traveled back to him, causing his body to crumble.

But he didn't let go.

These few breaths of entanglement gave the Hooded Night's Watch their last chance.

The hooded Night's Watchman's eyes suddenly sharpened. He no longer used his blade, but instead peeled all the flesh off his arms in one go, leaving not even the skin and flesh from his shoulders to his elbows, only two white arm bones.

All the flesh that had been peeled off was twisted into a ball and condensed in the air into a blood sphere the size of a fist, its surface covered with countless huge teeth.

The Hooded Watchman used his hand bones to forcefully cut a gash in the chest of the special individual, and the next moment, he stuffed the entire blood sphere into its abdomen. The mutation of flesh and blood began from the inside.

This time, the special individual's body finally trembled violently, and it finally realized that something was wrong.

Just then, the inscriptions on the inner city wall of the Bronze City suddenly lit up again.

This time, the light was much dimmer than before, giving the impression that it was about to go out, but the oppressive force still descended in a very real way.

The individual's movements suddenly froze.

The hooded Night's Watchman picked up the last remaining serrated blade from the side and pounced on it. The blade pierced through its chest and down its back, nearly severing its head.

The special individual let out a silent wail, its flesh and blood surging and expanding wildly, trying to turn into a blood mist and escape.

But the blood sphere in its abdomen remained, tearing and gnawing inside, its teeth gnawing through layer after layer of flesh, clinging on stubbornly. It couldn't shake off this mutated mass of flesh inside its body.

The special individual abandoned the blood mist transformation, its entire body suddenly recoiled, and with the blade on its chest and the blood sphere in its abdomen, it forcibly broke free from the hooded Night's Watch.

The Hooded Watchman tried to stop them, but was powerless to do so. He desperately swung the two white bones at them, but the special individual dodged them.

It retreated to the edge of the sinkhole, its slit-like eyes fixed on the hooded Night's Watchman, the scrutiny in its gaze turning into apprehension.

The next moment, it leaped into the collapsed opening and disappeared into the darkness.

The blood orb that the Hooded Watchman had inserted had already slipped out of his control the moment it fell into the depths of the collapse.

But the blood sphere didn't retract; instead, it exploded inside its abdomen, scattering teeth made of flesh and blood everywhere. The special individual shuddered again, almost losing its human form.

However, the pollution contained within its flesh and blood was far too intense, and the Night Watchers' extraordinary abilities could only cause it limited harm. The creature's aura gradually sank deeper into the depths.

It's still alive, just repelled.

The inscriptions on the inner city walls of the Bronze City dimmed completely after this lighting, exuding a deathly stillness.

Rick struggled to keep himself from collapsing. The fist-sized worm swarm in his chest was still wriggling slightly. He didn't fall, but he couldn't walk anymore. Blood was still seeping from the cracks all over his body, and his bright red eyes had dimmed considerably.

The Hooded Watchman approached, his two skeletal arms hanging limply at his sides, new flesh slowly oozing from the cut surfaces.

After all, if they hadn't had the means to recover from fighting with their own flesh and blood, they wouldn't have survived this long.

But the recovery time he needed was a bit too long... The Hooded Night's Watch thought to himself as he took out a bottle of light pink potion and drank it all in one gulp.

The moment the medicine was taken, the flesh and blood that had been flowing out in thread-like form began to grow at an even faster rate.

He glanced down at Rick, said nothing, turned to face the collapse, and stood in front of Rick.

He knew Rek's characteristics and that potions made with ordinary holy water couldn't be used. However, the swarming worms themselves were extremely resilient, and as long as he bought Rek time, the dead worms would eventually regrow.

Besides, he's consumed a lot of blood and flesh in this fight, so it shouldn't be long before he recovers.

For the time being, nothing new has emerged from the collapsed area at the junction of the inner and outer cities.

This place is considered stable, but he doesn't know how things are elsewhere.

However, the gunfire from the outer city direction had completely stopped at this moment.

No one knows how many more residents and night watchmen have died at the hands of the ghouls, but there's nothing that can be done for now.