The moan came only once, yet the area it covered was vast. Its trailing note drifted uncertainly, yet it lingered in people's ears, so clear it seemed to be right beside their shoulders, pressing down with some heavy weight.
Then there was that exceptionally cold breath, blowing past their ears and seeping into their scalps.
This abnormal pressure was completely undisguised, and it stirred viciously through the great cauldron of the Abyssal Spirit Net.
Several screams rang out on the Residential District side. Quite a few children who were on their way to the Prayer Hall were frightened into sobbing on the spot.
More people simply stiffened, no longer knowing how to deal with it.
Including those members of the action team.
Mo She clicked his tongue. "Things are getting a little messy!"
Priest Yu Sen's expression was grave, but he raised the Sky Blue Box slightly, releasing a faintly chilly Quasi-Spacetime Bubble to collect information from the surrounding environment.
Anyone could see that the current situation was wrong, that an unforeseen change had occurred, but how it would develop next was truly hard to judge.
At this moment, relying on its equipment advantage and coordination with the other ships, the Armed Warship synced relevant intelligence to Ronan's side:
"Large-scale, multi-point abnormal energy reactions have appeared; some are undergoing high-speed jumps and have broken out of the Abyssal Spirit Net's control range."
This was only a simple summary. More specific locations had been sent to the mission channel.
Ronan swept a glance over them and did not think they had any meaning.
Because the one causing the "abnormal reactions," the fellow currently "moaning," most likely did not know their purpose either.
That fellow had merely borrowed the "faith" power of the Clone Society to melt and cast, in the void,