Jiang Qiao narrowed his eyes.
He stared fixedly at the terrifying monster ahead.
The corridor continued to shake violently, and the corpses that had been dead for who knew how long began to stir amid the supernatural confrontation, as if they were about to come back to life.
When they had died, their supernatural powers had been sealed inside their bodies for various reasons.
Now that they had been stimulated, they might very well awaken again and, under the hotel's control, form a terrifying army of the undead.
There were simply too many Eighth Tiers.
Even a Ninth Rank expert would have to avoid their edge for the time being.
Besides.
With the materials all coming back to life, the structure of the entire hotel would develop problems. It might plunge straight into the bottomless Abyss outside the next second, and finding the way home would not be easy.
So they had to end the battle quickly. They absolutely could not drag it out.
"Crack!"
"Crack! Crack!"
A bone-chilling sound rang out, as if something in the darkness were chewing bones in huge mouthfuls.
Then.
More and more such sounds emerged.
After only a few breaths, they densely filled the entire corridor.
The strange talismans floating around twisted and intertwined, forming enormous scarlet, gaping mouths.
This was a new application of talismans after they had reached the Eighth Tier.
The greatest difference between the Eighth Tier and the previous tiers was that it began to touch upon the secrets of space, possessing terrifying power capable of piercing spatial barriers.
Talisman arts were an endlessly versatile method.
Through the coordination of different talismans, one could accomplish many unimaginable things.
But in essence, it was actually a way of borrowing power.
At that moment.
By reconstructing multiple talismans, Jiang Qiao connected to