"Fall!!"
At that very instant, the Mangshan Ghost King felt a heavy dullness fill his mind and roared.
"Die!!!"
Suddenly, a tremendous surge of energy erupted from his body, and he spat out a murky breath.
His body began to grow, and a strange third eye appeared between his two eyes.
But none of it mattered anymore.
Rain, a rare sight in the City of a Hundred Ghosts, began to fall. It started with a scattering of drops, then grew heavier and heavier, until finally it became a torrential downpour!
It never rained in the City of a Hundred Ghosts, because the Ghost King disliked it.
The rain grew heavier and heavier, with a faint sound of swelling, as though the sky were slowly opening its mouth and letting out a sigh.
"What's going on?"
"It's raining in the City of a Hundred Ghosts."
"..."
Some perceptive ghosts realized that it was not raining in the City of a Hundred Ghosts. Rather, the City of a Hundred Ghosts... was dissolving.
Next came pitch darkness, followed by a gleam of light, though it was still very dim.
Almost nothing could be seen, only a blur.
White light flickered in the air, descending.
At that moment, even the air seemed to stop flowing, as though it had solidified.
It was a very strange description, but the sight gave one an exceedingly eerie feeling.
Boom-!!!
The White-Faced Scholar blinked, at a complete loss.
By the time he came to his senses again, everything was gone.
They stood in an enormous clearing, with trees faintly visible in the distance.
What happened? What was going on?
What on earth happened?
Yuan San stood rooted to the spot, expression contorted, the corners of the mouth twitching.
Cold sweat mingled with rainwater, washing over Yuan San's body.