Li Xianghe was genuinely frightened by what he saw.
Although he was not one of the Big Three, he had held the high office of County Deputy for years and had seen much of the world. His son had even joined the Inner-City Returning Dragon Abbey to study Exorcism under Senior Lecturer Wen.
Through constant exposure, he had gained a considerable understanding of Specters' special abilities.
But this was the first time he had ever witnessed anything as bizarre as this.
Even with his martial cultivation at the perfected stage of Dark Force, a chill still crept down his spine, raising goosebumps all over his body.
The forty-odd constables behind him were even more terrified. Two of the more timid ones tumbled down the stairs, screaming, "Ghosts! Ghosts..."
Crack.
Another iron chain extended down from the endless heights above the tower, piercing through five floors in an instant. It impaled the two constables tumbling down the stairs and left them hanging upside down in midair like meat on a skewer.
The two constables died before they could even scream. Most of their blood flowed upward along the chain, toward the farthest reaches of the tower. The remaining blood dripped onto the altar below, trickled through its grooves toward the Black Coffin, and was sucked inside by something within it.
The other constables who had been about to flee downstairs immediately froze. They huddled in a line on the stairs, drawing their sabers and watching every direction. Yet they had no idea where the enemy was, much less how to deal with it.
Panic continued to spread.
A bald chief constable approached Li Xianghe and asked in a trembling voice, "S-sir, what do we do now?"
Li Xianghe tightened his grip on his saber and glanced down the stairs.
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