Something hid in the wind; beneath the rain, things had become subtly different, and countless figures seemed to linger indistinctly in the fog.
Old Yu Street had become a pressure cooker, a field of destruction determined to steam and boil every human and ghost within it.
Heart Fire turned into invisible particles in the air, continuously heating the exterior walls of the fourth floor, while Spleen Earth repeatedly churned the intangible murky air up and down.
Within this small patch of heaven and earth, multiple complex and chaotic Supernatural Powers seemed poised to tear Old Yu Street apart completely, forcing the humans and ghosts inside to step out of their doors.
From Number 201, the first wisp of darkness emerged and blended into the white fog, contaminating it in its own way.
A string of footprints appeared out of thin air on the second-floor ground. More accurately, they were Bone Prints.
It was as if a foot with no flesh or skin, nothing but bones, had stepped through blood and left its own Supernatural Footprint in the white fog raised by Spleen Earth.
Yet within those footprints, as soon as one foot landed, the print of the next foot rapidly vanished, leaving only the trace of a single sole at all times.
Merged into the thick fog, it was utterly impossible to glimpse their existence from even a slightly greater distance.
Behind those footprints, two hazy figures supported a weakened person as they slowly staggered out of Room 201.
The people on either side wore varying degrees of shock on their faces, and fear lurked in their eyes.
Clyde was in poor condition. The sudden failure of the previous operation seemed to have affected him to some extent.
From the upper half of his face that was visible, his brows