Meanwhile, dozens of city guards who had driven their armored vehicles to attend the memorial service scrambled back into their vehicles and fled one after another. These guards were personally recruited by Lenny during his lifetime, lacking strict training and discipline, especially now in a life-or-death situation.

Even Tommy and Ryden, the elders who had been standing in front of the monument, scattered in all directions, fleeing from the chaos.

In the blink of an eye, only Barlow remained, standing beside the coffin. He watched as several huge tentacles emerged from it, a hint of fear creeping into his eyes. The crimson pillar shooting into the sky only served to intensify his trembling.

The beam of light originated from Lenny, which had lost its eyes, nose, and forehead, leaving behind only a fist-sized hole oozing blood. Inside this cavity, Barlow could vaguely discern a spherical object rotating—a giant eyeball about the size of a fist. As the eyeball rotated, the red beam of