Asian Battlefield.
Riding atop a gigantic longhorn beetle insect, Bear Dunce stared solemnly at the distant Asia Alliance gathering place.
An enormous swarm of insects was launching an assault. From afar, it looked like a green tsunami, one wave following another.
The screams and wails did not move him in the slightest.
They were a bunch of trash who had wanted to join forces and kill them. If they died, so be it. It had nothing to do with him.
What truly made his expression turn solemn were those white shadows.
"Dammit, these old schemers really are up to something."
Bear Eyes stared fixedly at an area that had clearly sunk down. Zhang Tie rubbed his gums, feeling his scalp go numb.
Ghosts—countless ghosts.
Paranormal Entities that clearly should not exist on this Doomsday Battlefield were pouring out madly, as if their seals had been undone.
He saw a long-haired female corpse crawling backward. He saw an incredibly long white corpse pieced together like building blocks. He saw a little boy walking woodenly through the Insect Tide.
Kayako, Sadako, Ito—
These terrifying Paranormal Entities, whose appearances alone could shatter one's sanity, were continuously appearing.
The insects that charged into the gathering place were often unable to advance more than a few steps before collapsing rigidly, as if their lives had been drained away, under the chill that pierced straight into their souls.
The shrill, mournful wails almost made it impossible to think.
Ghost Domain.
After large numbers of East Ying War Zone Awakeners died, one grotesque evil ghost after another hovered above the ground.
Indiscriminate attacks, indiscriminate slaughter.
Whether insects or Awakeners from the same team, all of them died instantly beneath this Ghost Domain.
"These damned little bastards are ruthless enough."
"Dammit, if Team Leader Lin couldn't get insects