At this moment, every member of the audience discovered that they had been unwittingly holding their breath, their clothes on their back drenched with cold sweat.
The voice just now...
Why did it feel so eerie?
It wasn't until this moment that they finally took a deep breath and relaxed a bit.
The man with no face in the hall flicked his hand, then tapped twice on the eyepiece of his mask, creating two blood-red dots.
"Very well, the ritual is now complete," Jiang Shu's voice sounded, "Only I can see the door that has been opened, but you can sense the existence of this door through other means."
"For example..."
"I now need a lucky audience member to come up to the stage."
"Rest assured, there will be no sacrifice to heaven and no safety hazards involved; it's merely a small demonstration."
The audience members looked at each other, their enthusiasm very different from usual; they really did not want to go to that eerie hall.
