Chapter 428: The Game (Part Eleven)

"Hehe—what's wrong, what happened?" The Clown feigned a puzzled frown. "Could it be that you've found your spatial rift simply can't reach the outside of the base, or that it seems like something has enveloped this place, purifying any psionic abilities upon contact?"

The woman and the chubby boy also had faces filled with terror.

"How... what's going on?" she asked incredulously, but seeing the captain's equally horrified expression forced them to consider whether what this self-proclaimed Clown had said was all true.

At that moment, the tentacle that hovered in front of the so-called spatial barrier began to slowly move forward, penetrating the membrane, and latched onto the shoulders of the two individuals, coiling around a few times like a venomous snake flicking its tongue before retracting, leaving behind a faint scent of blood.

It turned out that the barrier membrane was utterly useless.