Everyone unknowingly raced desperately toward the Seventeenth Floor.
As the top floor and final level of E-3 Building, the Seventeenth Floor had seemingly become the agreed destination amid such a complicated situation.
The Nine PM Sweep had lasted an hour and had now reached its final stage.
Over that hour, the black-clothed people had swiftly occupied many crucial locations, leaving only this final building.
That power of destruction and crushing force had swept through Tiannan Academy, driving both humans and ghosts into a desperate corner.
Zhu Xiaoning had always played a low-key role in this mission, never having much opportunity to contribute.
Just as she had always been positioned: obscure and resigned to whatever came her way.
The entire building teetered amid the storm, and while the living were in somewhat better circumstances than the ghosts, they were still struggling to look after themselves.
A large number of noncompliant ghosts had delayed the black-clothed people's takeover, but there were simply too many of them.
At that moment, Zhu Xiaoning clutched Yu Guo's handbag and fled upstairs without stopping, not even daring to look back.
Her cotton coat had long since been lost on some floor below, and the sweater beneath it was soaked through with sweat. Her legs felt as heavy as lead.
Beads of sweat rolled down her cheeks, then were blown away by the wind as she turned, scattering across the next step before being crushed beneath a boot.
Zhong Feiluan wore a Human Skin Mask that looked utterly discordant and unsettling, staying only half a step behind Zhu Xiaoning.
Her situation was equally dire. Half a flight of stairs behind her, darkness surged upward in pursuit.
Wherever the darkness passed, every trace of human activity was erased, even the footprints on the ground rapidly being covered over.