Beneath the dark-purple night sky, Heaven Dou City looked like a giant beast that had been split open, letting out despairing wails.
At the top floor of the Star Gazing Pavilion, the cold wind howled.
Han Yuchen leaned back in a grand armchair, his long, slender fingers lightly rubbing the specially made communication Soul Tool in his palm.
The palm-sized metal disk was vibrating wildly, the complex Soul Tool patterns carved across its surface lighting up in a glaring red glow like engorged blood vessels. At the center of the red light, the highest-level insignia of Spirit Hall, formed by six crossed longswords, flickered in and out along with an extremely high-frequency hum.
Amid the shrill screams and explosions filling the city, that sound was especially jarring.
A playful, cold gleam flashed through Han Yuchen's deep-blue eyes. He did not connect it at once, instead allowing the vibration to travel from his fingertips through his whole body, as if savoring a prey's death throes.
Only after more than a dozen breaths did he unhurriedly inject a thread of Soul Power into it.
Click.
With a soft sound, the communication connected.
"Master! M-Master! Save me! What on earth happened in Heaven Dou City?!"
The instant the Soul Tool connected, Platinum Bishop Salas's roar, filled with extreme terror and even cracking in places, burst out like a flood breaking through a dam.
The lofty, arrogant Platinum Bishop of Spirit Hall from ordinary days now had nothing left in his voice but endless despair and trembling. Alongside his violent gasps, there came faint, heavy sounds of armor scraping from the other end of the Soul Tool, as well as the uneasy snorts of warhorses.
Han Yuchen raised his brow slightly and leaned forward a little.
"Salas, if you're not staying inside Spirit Hall,