The shrill neigh was like a red-hot wire, stabbing into everyone's ears without warning, churning their eardrums and bringing waves of knife-like pain.
The piercing sound rapidly spread. Even across the upper and lower realms, its fragmented, razor-sharp echoes could be heard.
A chill ran through their bodies involuntarily—
It was not merely loud or high-pitched. It carried profound malice, hatred on the verge of bursting forth, rage so full it made one dizzy, and a tone as mournful as a cuckoo weeping blood...
The spreading waves stirred the air, projecting countless illusions of gaping bloody maws and rotting corpses amid hell's sediment, disturbing every soul.
Then came a frozen silence.
Right before that hateful, venomous roar, Huai Shi stood rooted to the spot.
Completely baffled.
In that brief silence, he stared at the musician in the hall, and his expression subtly changed.
First came dull shock, then gradually confusion and bewilderment.
It was hard to understand.
He had no idea what was happening.
"Uh, sorry."
He awkwardly raised his hand and asked curiously, "May I ask... who are you?"
At that instant, even the fiercely battling sides between them—the dog-headed cultists and the Predator Angels—paused instinctively, slowing their movements as they followed his gaze and turned to look behind them.
Blinking their big eyes.
Filled with curiosity.
Watching the drama unfold.
"..."
In the sudden dead silence, everyone could not help holding their breath.
In the hall's darkness, the musician's complexion slowly changed from pale to crimson, then livid, then black. His features and expression twitched uncontrollably.
At his feet, the pure white tiles fired from sacrificial bones silently cracked apart.
The corners of those crimson eyes suddenly split open. Behind the torn eye sockets, one frenzied pupil after another squeezed out, trembling with fury.
"Bastard, bastard, I'll kill