Within the pool.
Roberts abruptly opened his eyes. "Enemies have infiltrated—it's the Investigation Bureau's blackcoats!"
"I didn't sense anything..."
Savage Bone Spet took a white-bone statuette from his robes. It was the grayish white of bone throughout, shaped like a twisted goat, without the slightest trace of flesh.
The moment Spet took out the mystical item, a hazy curtain of night drifted down like gauze, blanketing the area.
Spet suddenly felt his mysterious connection to the outside world cut off.
At this point, whether he wanted to continue the flesh-and-blood sacrificial ritual or Roberts wanted to detonate those insect eggs ahead of time, neither would be easy to accomplish.
Three figures slowly emerged from the pitch-black night: Jacob, Caslow, and Fiona.
"Phase Two!"
Jacob spoke softly.
Caslow, like a young male lion, immediately tore open his trench coat, revealing his powerful chest.
Yet at the center of his chest was a small black bell, grown directly into his flesh.
This was the Non-Human-level mystical item under his command—the Mourning Bell!
Clang!
Caslow extended a finger and lightly struck the black bronze bell, producing a lingering chime.
Crack!
A startling chill spread in all directions. The water in the pool froze instantly, turning into ancient ice that would never melt, sealing Roberts directly within it.
Underworld was the principle of death and vanishing; at the same time, it also touched upon domains such as silence and ice!
Spet shuddered all over, his thoughts seeming to freeze solid.
His lips tried to move, yet not a sound emerged.
It was as though eternal "silence" was the theme at this moment.
If this continued, he would soon die without a sound!
That was the terror of the Mourning Bell!
Bang!
The next instant, Jacob was already before the frozen Roberts. In his hand