A bell rang.
In an instant, this rarely visited industrial area by the sea seemed to have turned into Netherworld Hell.
The drizzling rain, the surging misty fog, and even those blurred, shattered outlines... at this moment, in the disturbance of countless residual spirits, the dark heavens and earth also transformed into a terrifying domain where the living should not enter.
Then, in Professor Ye's hand, a second ring of the bell spread.
More piercing, sharp, making one's bones chill.
Following that was a series of deranged screeches, as cries burst from the residual spirits, turning into a wave-like ripple of spiritual material spreading out.
Insignificant.
But what if, there were hundreds or thousands?
When endless screams and screeches overlapped together, what reached Ji Jue's ears was a soul-shaking, consciousness-tearing, terrifying wail.
It made his vision darken.
