Nineteen white-robed figures, like nineteen pieces on a board, launched a sweeping counterattack in an instant, throwing the three-courtyard compound in reality into chaos and catching the red-clothed figures completely off guard.
The first to react were the five red-clothed figures that had burrowed into his mind. They had searched tirelessly for the white-robed figures, intending to use their inherent Soul Attack abilities to uproot and devour them.
But Ji Li had broken all convention. The red-clothed figures had merely tested the waters, and he had immediately gone all in.
The five red-clothed figures certainly had the advantage of Soul Attack, but they suddenly faced nineteen white-robed figures at once, rendering that advantage meaningless.
Meanwhile, the nineteen white-robed figures in the Real World had already mingled with the sea of red. They could be considered surrounded, but they could also be seen as nails driven deep into its midst.
Now, every nail was being torn out by the roots, inevitably gouging flesh and scraping bone, causing violent upheaval.
Red garments fell one after another, along with the props held in their hands. The red tide rolled back and forth, and not a single red-clothed figure could resist.
Yet as the red garments fell one after another in his hazy vision, the searing pain in Ji Li's mind did not ease in the slightest. Instead, an overwhelming sense of impending doom descended on him.
The flesh being gouged was his own. The bones being scraped were his own, too.
Ji Li's head felt ready to explode. His mind was like a pot about to boil over, its lid on the verge of flying off, yet the fire beneath it did not weaken. It only burned hotter.
The red before his eyes dwindled, but more and more red silhouettes crowded into his