All of a sudden.
The ninth floor of the institute became extremely lively.
The huge hole he had punched through was no longer pitch-black, either. Sunlight and noisy voices came through it, as if they had arrived on a street in the blink of an eye.
Jiang Qiao watched it all with an icy expression.
He realized that the surrounding environment was merging with some Supernatural place.
Those lifelike figures.
That bright, sunny scene.
None of it was an illusion. It all truly existed.
The ninth floor was like a ship, carrying him toward some strange shore. That was the homeland of the supernatural and the paradise of Vicious Ghosts.
"So that's how it is."
"Each floor of this institute was built in a different Supernatural Space."
"Or, to put it another way."
"Tongling Island is a hodgepodge formed from different Supernatural Spaces combined together."
"With the slightest change."
"It enters a different Supernatural Space."
"Those staff members may not have truly disappeared. They may simply be in another space, where there is also an identical institute."
Jiang Qiao speculated.
The Supernatural Space was affecting the ninth floor.
But likewise.
The ninth floor could affect the Supernatural Space as well.
Therefore.
Once the two spaces merged to a certain extent, the terrifying thunder filling the ninth floor instantly surged into that Supernatural Space like a flood bursting through a dam!
"Ah—!"
The people who had looked peaceful and tranquil, chatting about all sorts of daily matters, immediately showed terrified expressions.
They turned and tried to run.
But after only a few steps.
The lightning swept over their bodies.
Before they could scream—or before they even had time to scream—it reduced them to ashes.
"They're all Vicious Ghosts."
"Even if they're pretending to be human."
Jiang Qiao had sensed no fluctuations