(Second update)
"Screech!"
A piercing alarm suddenly rang out over Spirit City.
It was like the shrill scrape of a pen tip against gravel, painfully grating to the ears, yet it also served as a warning.
Many Spirit Masters in the streets and alleys stopped in their tracks. Those busy working inside shops also dropped what they were doing and rushed outside, their faces filled with confusion and anxiety.
"What happened?"
"What's going on? Why did the alarm suddenly sound?"
"No idea. It seems to have come from East Street."
"We won't get any answers standing around here. I suggest we go investigate together."
"Agreed!"
"Alright!"
Within a short time, several Spirit Masters affiliated with Spirit Hall reached an agreement and rushed toward East Street together.
The same scene was playing out throughout every corner of Spirit City.
Spirit Hall truly was a force with remarkable cohesion and unity. Without anyone taking the lead, no fewer than a hundred spontaneously formed teams headed for East Street, where Yang Ming was located. Each team had as few as two people and as many as seven, forming a force that could not be ignored.
Whoosh!
A figure darted through East Street, then turned at astonishing speed and slipped into a narrow alley.
Not long afterward, more than thirty Spirit Masters appeared behind him. Seeing Yang Ming hide in the dark, cramped alley ahead, they immediately shouted:
"Everyone, chase him! Don't let him get away! Whether you capture Yang Ming or kill him, as long as you accomplish either one, Papal Hall will reward you with a Thousand-Year Soul Bone! This chance won't come twice!"
Spurred on by their leader, the thirty-odd Spirit Masters hesitated no longer. Their eyes burned with desire as they stepped into the alley, whose fate was unknown.
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