"Hm?"
The appearance of that dazzling radiance instantly drew everyone's attention.
Shen Qingzhu and the Ninth Seat, who had been fighting moments ago, had vanished. Along with them, the shattered altar situated at the center of the underground chamber had disappeared as well.
This sudden change made Lin Qiye frown slightly. Though he did not know exactly what had happened, it was certainly not a good thing. That dazzling, strange light had taken the two of them and the altar away, dragging Shen Qingzhu, who had been about to escape danger, back into it.
In contrast, the instant the Third Seat saw that light, a cold smile appeared on his lips.
"The Whisperer has returned... Today, none of you are getting away!"
He raised an arm, and within the four vortices behind him, the remaining two budding Black Flowers swiftly bloomed.
Two more figures appeared on the surface of the Ink Shell, overlapping with the woman's phantom.
Bzzzz—!
A deep hum rang out from within the manor, followed by a shriek of metal that set teeth on edge. Vast amounts of steel rebar mixed with various metal objects burst through the heavy walls and spun into the air, slowly rotating like a circular black cloud.
At the same time, the once-clear sky rapidly darkened. A streak of black light centered on the Third Seat swept across the entire manor in the blink of an eye.
In the courtyard, tiny pebbles began to float upward.
Glass and stones rose with them. Puddles in the corners of the courtyard rippled, then flowed eerily upward into the sky as if the world had been turned upside down.
Floor tiles, sofas, cars—even the manor's spires—broke away from the walls and slowly floated into the air.
A sense of weightlessness enveloped everyone.
Lin Qiye's body