The instant Zhao Lei finished speaking.
The aging bus engine gave a mournful groan.
Then the dim yellow lights inside the bus flickered violently twice.
The engine fell silent.
The Ghost Bus had stalled!
The doors hissed as pressure escaped, slipped out of control, and sprang open to either side.
As the bus stalled, the invisible force that had been suppressing everyone and the Fierce Supernaturals vanished without a trace.
"Run!"
Ning Rongrong and Yu Tianheng did not hesitate for a moment.
Without that suppression inside the bus, all that awaited them was being torn apart in an instant by dozens of Fierce Supernaturals.
They raced down the rusty steps and hurled themselves out through the doors.
Although Zhu Zhuqing did not understand what had happened, her keen instincts drove her to follow close behind Ning Rongrong, rushing off the bus without hesitation.
Ghost Douluo and Bo Saixi, who had collapsed onto the floor, were utterly stunned.
They had finally managed to get aboard, so why had the bus suddenly stopped? And why were the people already aboard fleeing like mad?
But they still possessed the judgment of the Douluo Continent's foremost experts.
If those two juniors with their bizarre abilities were this terrified, something unimaginably horrifying must have happened aboard the bus!
Bo Saixi endured the excruciating pain, and the two swiftly rushed out through the doors.
Just as they escaped the bus and looked back, still shaken.
Ning Rongrong and Yu Tianheng saw a scene that plunged them into utter despair.
Inside the Ghost Bus, now free of suppression.
The Fierce Supernaturals that had been sitting in the seats rose one after another, their movements stiff and slow.
Pale human hands, umbrellas dripping blood, mutilated limbs...
They turned their heads, their empty, deathly gazes all fixing on the