Gnawing, clawing, biting, and devouring...
The night began in an even fiercer, more violent manner.
Ji Li had only just landed on the steps in the form of a severed head serving as the central mind. As his gaze swept over the sea of red and white, a crimson bolt of lightning flashed through his mind.
Under that lightning's illumination, three crimson figures lunged at him like vicious ghosts, hungrily burrowing into his mind.
Intense pain sent shivers through him like a hallucination. Ji Li's clarity instantly dissolved into confusion again, and through his blurred vision, he saw three swaying shadows seemingly drifting slowly toward him.
At the same time, in his dazed mind, he seemed to sense the nearest red figure reaching inside, as though it had grabbed something in his brain.
In an instant, Ji Li abruptly regained consciousness and understood the target of this attack.
His vision also cleared. Of the pale figures hidden within the red sea, only nineteen remained.
In other words, as the three red figures crowded into his mind and seized something, one of the twenty funeral bearers in reality had vanished!
"So that's it. They want to devour every funeral bearer."
The rules of this night had been exposed without any concealment during the first attack.
The wedding procession's fundamental purpose was to absorb and annex the funeral procession. Just as it appeared now, their red sea had completely encircled the sparse patches of white.
And Ji Li, having experienced the previous night, was the central mind controlling the funeral procession. Thus, every one of their attacks targeted his mind.
This was an alternative form of Soul Attack, making something virtual more tangible.
Once every funeral procession member had been pulled from his mind, it would mean red and white had completed