The man in the tattered trench coat and Top Hat widened his eyes, staring at the black figure before him in disbelief.
When?
His throat bobbed several times as he tried to ask that question, but the powerful attack of [Aka's Blade], combined with the supreme-level attack power of the [Soul Hunt] attribute, had dealt him a fatal blow. He could only helplessly raise an arm and point at Qin Ran.
Then, his arm dropped heavily, and his entire body scattered apart.
Whoosh!
It was as though a Force 4 or 5 gale had swept through the basement as one translucent figure after another appeared.
Layer upon layer, densely packed together, they looked like a compressed can of sardines at a glance.
Most of those translucent figures were confused. Their eyes were dull, and their illusory bodies drifted like smoke.
The rest were filled with fear.
They feared one another.
They feared Qin Ran as well.
Floating in midair, they let out shrill, hysterical cries.
Ordinary people could not hear such cries, yet they intimidated the soul.
Qin Ran looked at the stream of Mental Attribute checks, raised a brow, and stabbed the arm of the first screaming figure with Aka's Blade.
Sizzle!
As if water had been poured over a red-hot iron bar, a cloud of vapor rose, and that ghost immediately became so faint that even the wind seemed capable of dispersing it.
At once, every screaming figure fell silent.
They looked at Qin Ran with even greater fear.
And Qin Ran?
He spoke slowly and clearly. "You can consider yourselves free now, so go where you should go—now, immediately, at once."
His emphatic tone put immense pressure on those figures.
After exchanging looks, the figure of a child moved first.
It turned into a speck of firefly