"Did we win?"
In the darkness, Meng Jian's voice rang out, but it was mixed with a strange rasping and groaning.
He seemed to be enduring immense pain.
Yet he had forcibly suppressed that pain.
"I'm not sure, but the three of us joined forces just now and did everything we could. It should be unable to hold on, right? But we don't know whether another Vicious Ghost will appear. We can't stay here."
Yang Dong gasped for breath, and the air was thick with the stench of Rotting Flesh.
His body had already reached its limit. He had barely managed to withdraw that shadow, and he had no way to fight again in the short term. Otherwise, he would certainly die.
"Looks like all of us have reached our limits. Right now, we're hardly any better off than ordinary people."
Meng Wenwen gave a few bitter laughs.
But her voice had lost its original softness and gained some unfamiliar tones, as if someone else were speaking. And if one looked closely, one would discover that her face had also changed.
Her features, expression, and bearing were all becoming more and more like those of another stranger.
Since becoming an Awakened, she had never mobilized supernatural power to this extent. She had no idea how long it would take to return to normal.
Yet in their current situation, she had neither the time nor the energy to recover.
"Looks like we're going to die here this time."
Ever since the day Supernatural Revival began, she had imagined countless times that she would die at the hands of evil spirits. But Tower City was relatively safe, after all, and she was an Awakened working in the relatively safe Inspection Department.
So, overall, death had always felt rather distant to her.
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