The Training Base, rooftop of the building.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan stood at the edge of the rooftop, his hair somewhat disheveled.
Nine Soul Rings beneath Yue Guan's feet suddenly lit up. Surging soul power erupted, lifting his body into the air.
He intended to try escaping this eerie area.
Yet before he had flown even a hundred meters up, his expression changed.
No matter how fast or how high he flew through the surrounding darkness, all he saw was the same deathly black.
Even his sense of direction had been stripped away completely.
More terrifying still, he noticed that the rate at which his soul power drained multiplied as he climbed!
The scene of Douluo Qian Jun's ordeal in Huanggang Village on the Sky Screen suddenly flashed through Yue Guan's mind.
Without the slightest hesitation, he decisively withdrew his soul power and landed back on the rooftop.
He made exactly the same decision as Oscar.
Hide!
Yue Guan darted away, suppressing every trace of his presence and concealing himself completely in the shadows.
The second-floor corridor.
Yang Jian used his remaining two-meter red-light ghost domain to open up a patch of visibility.
He frowned, his expression grim.
Breaking away from the group at a time like this posed an enormous risk within this ghost domain, even for Ye Zhen.
But there was no time to look for him now.
The Ghost Messenger's ghost domain had fully formed, and the greatest threat lay right before them.
"Ye Zhen's hard to kill. Forget about him for now."
Yang Jian turned his head, his Ghost Eye fixed on the darkness ahead.
He knew that the deadliest threat right now was Li Leping, lurking in the shadows and ready to strike at any moment!
Zhang Wei's ghost domain had been suppressed. Luck