Zhang Dechang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face ashen. "Someone... someone sneaked onto the top floor of Building A, brought out a Soul-Gathering Banner, and forcibly broke the Seven-Star Evil-Subduing Formation I set up all those years ago! Every formation anchor was destroyed. All the wronged souls and evil ghosts in the Mass Grave escaped and were forcibly gathered by the Soul-Gathering Banner. That building has already become hell on earth! A Ghost Domain has formed."
"A Ghost Domain?" Qian Hong's expression changed.
"A domain formed by a gathering of ghosts." Zhang Dechang's voice was hoarse. "In there... it's no ordinary haunting anymore. When I went in, black fog was blocking the stairwell on the twenty-eighth floor. I used three talismans to force my way up, but I couldn't hold out once I reached the twenty-ninth. There were too many soul entities, and the Soul-Gathering Banner kept drawing them in. They were more than ten times stronger than ordinary ghosts."
He looked down at the Peachwood Sword broken in two in his hand and gave a bitter smile. "This sword has been with me for thirty years. Today, it broke in there. The Bagua Compass shattered too. If I hadn't retreated quickly, I probably wouldn't have made it out."
His voice was thick with fear as he continued, "The person controlling the Soul-Gathering Banner is a complete amateur. His cultivation is shallow, nowhere near enough to wield something so malevolent. The Soul-Gathering Banner is now completely out of control. Countless wronged souls are being devoured and refined by the banner, and its malevolent energy keeps growing stronger. Even the person controlling it has had his mind shattered by the resentment. He's nearly insane, and his soul could be utterly destroyed at any moment!"
"**Utterly heartless!