Dozens of Demon Hunters—including the "Normal Faction Demon Hunters" previously captured by the Elder Council and brought into the Spirit Realm Bell Tower, as well as the Elder Council's own high-ranking members—sat neatly along both sides of the long table. They didn't move or speak, frozen there in a daze like puppets. The scene was extremely eerie. Andal, however, acted as though she hadn't noticed anything. She naturally walked into the hall, slowly swept her gaze around, then found a seat beside the long table and sat down.
Nothing happened after that.
"What's wrong with them..." Lily cautiously slipped into the hall and waved her hand in front of the Demon Hunters sitting there in a daze, but no one responded. "Are their souls out of their bodies?"
The strangeness of the scene put everyone on high alert. Hao Ren had the Data Terminal adjust the warning radar to its most sensitive setting, then followed beside Lily with his spear held tightly in his hands. As he passed a Demon Hunter from the Elder Council, he noticed that the man appeared to hold a fairly high rank. His collar was decorated with silver trim, and additional embroidered insignias adorned the collar and cuffs—markings reserved for masters and elders. The high-ranking Demon Hunter's head drooped slightly, his empty gaze fixed on a candlestick not far away on the tabletop. Hao Ren reached out and patted him on the shoulder. The man's body swayed faintly, and he seemed to roll his eyes toward his shoulder, but soon turned his gaze back again.
"Their souls seem to be imprisoned deep within their consciousness, cut off from the outside world," the Data Terminal buzzed around the long table, inspecting the condition of every Demon Hunter. "Hmm... There are a few other abnormalities, but I