"Was this a dead end..."
The skybridge was neither in E-2 nor E-3. It was not bound by the rules.
They had covered a quarter of the way. They could neither retreat nor advance.
That ghost had already used darkness to erode their minds. Under the shroud of darkness, it held the power of life and death in its hands...
It seemed this truly was an unsolvable dead end.
Ji Li had been standing still for too long. Though he had no way to check the time, he knew there were only a few minutes left until the agreed time of nine o'clock that night.
"Use Duan Yanyan. I know you've kept her with you all this time to use in desperate situations."
Third Personality sighed. Before they had even reached E-2, they were already using this trump card to break the stalemate. He could not help but feel regretful.
"No."
After a long silence, Ji Li suddenly gave a firm reply. As he raised his head in the darkness, an unusual gleam flickered in his eyes.
More than ten meters away, the flashlight casting its cold light onto the canopy ceiling was still shining, seemingly marking The End—the end of this road.
He did not need to look to know that one of the more than eighty ghosts ahead was hiding among them, staring back at Ji Li from afar with vicious, cunning eyes.
"Hiss..."
Stage Sword slid from its sheath like a babbling stream flowing across the deathly silent skybridge.
Song Yitong's expression changed dramatically. She was closest and heard it most clearly. The faint sound was not loud, but it was enough to shatter all calm.
She did not dare speak. She merely reached out and kept tugging at the corner of Ji Li's clothes.
"Song Yitong,