"Night Prisoner!"
When the embodiment of terror appeared in Qinggang and stunned the first wave of people charging toward the Psychic Power Research Base, the world seemed to fall silent for a moment. The cold wind howled past, chilling them inside and out.
Only after seven or eight full seconds did a trace of life return, as if the ice had melted.
A faint yet clear and steady mental power extended from the chaotic crowd. It was like someone speaking in a whisper, except it was not a real voice. It was an extension of the nature of mental power. Rather than speech, it resembled a thought that suddenly appeared in someone's mind at a certain moment—except this thought possessed a consciousness of its own:
"No one will be frightened by your show of strength masking weakness. We understood your true nature long ago..."
"We did not come here for you today, but if you insist on interfering, then the outcome will simply be the stripping away of your ultimate position once more..."
"Perhaps you will even disappear..."
"..."
As his voice rang out, the sound of chains clattering suddenly arose in the air.
The rattling of those chains possessed a strange magic.
Among the crowd that had been driven here from afar by some impulse deep within their hearts, the man whose home had been destroyed by the Red-Eyed Spider felt it with exceptional clarity. He did not know what had happened, but he clearly sensed the change that had taken place inside him during that brief moment. It even felt completely natural.
At first, after Qinggang rescued him, he had felt some gratitude and relief, along with grief over his family's deaths and fear of this bizarre world. Yet when he first heard the chains, he suddenly developed