"": 200,
"": "",
"": "For an instant, a trace of confusion and disorientation flickered in Luo Bin's eyes.
It lasted only an instant before he clearly recognized that he was on the top floor of the Tower, not trapped in that grotesque repetition.
Yes, Luo Bin had not understood the first few times. But each time he opened his eyes and noticed a different environment, or the signs revealed by his own Facial Reading, Conduct Reading, and complexion, he immediately remembered who he was and why all this was happening.
Eventually, Luo Bin understood with startling clarity. This was the Death-Prison Yama Ghost's ability, unlike that of any ghost he had ever encountered!
He did not physically consume Yang Energy, nor did he physically harm the soul or body. Instead, he immersed people in the darkest recesses of their memories, forcing them through an endless loop.
For anyone without sufficient willpower, that darkness was utterly overwhelming.
First, their memories temporarily eluded them. Second, the events and surroundings themselves exerted pressure from deep within the victim's consciousness.
His breathing was slightly labored, while cold kept seeping into his body through every limb and bone.
The Death-Prison Yama Ghost had recovered his earlier condition, and was even more vicious than before.
A strand of black had appeared in the blue-gray mist surrounding him.
Had the Night Watch been eaten?
His heart abruptly skipped half a beat.
Luo Bin realized that his hands and feet were not restrained.
His hand shot to his waist. The Thunderstruck Blood Peach Sword came into his grasp and swept upward.
The Death-Prison Yama Ghost made no move to dodge. It was as though frames had been dropped from Luo Bin's vision: he simply retreated, leaving precisely a sword's length between them.
Clearly, after suffering once, the