Blue Star.
Beneath the pitch-black sky, the chilling aura had almost condensed into billowing smoke, constantly closing in around the little courtyard where they stood.
One shadowy "person" after another was drawn in by the aura of Hell leaking out through their repeated summoning attempts.
The Yin Spirit at the center of the Magic Array stubbornly held on, her form already so insubstantial that it was almost transparent.
The Magic Array had drained far too much of her power.
She had long since reached the end of her strength.
"Quick! Hurry!!"
Bai Yi clutched the dagger buried in his abdomen in agony. His skin had turned deathly pale, and blood had long since soaked his clothes, spilling onto the ground and forming one black flower bud after another.
His entire abdominal cavity had almost been churned to pieces, and pain relentlessly assaulted his nerves.
And this was the greatest offering he could make to Hell.
But in truth, they were already on the brink of collapse.
He stared fixedly at the Magic Array as it lit up once more, his teeth clenched so hard they almost shattered. His eyes were filled with despair and grief as he kept calling Big Brother's name in his heart, desperate for him to hear.
"It's no use..."
The Yin Spirit gasped laboriously and said:
"If you leave now, you still have a chance to survive. Tell the people at the Supernatural General Administration what happened here. Tell them we were ambushed and the operation failed."
Every one of their repeated summoning attempts had ended in failure.
Whatever the reason might have been.
It had already made one thing clear: this entire series of sacrifices had failed.
"No!"
Bai Yi clutched the dagger embedded in his body in agony and said:
"Big Brother would never