Through the dense mist, Lin Yi could no longer make out the inscriptions on the ancient bell, but from the arrangement of the cuneiform on its surface and the logic behind those wondrous mystical runes, he could sense a terrifying, incomprehensible, indescribable aura.
It seemed to be engraved with some ancient matrix. Merely seeing the way those characters and mystical runes were arranged brought on uncontrollable palpitations. That sense of terror and fear seemed to have seeped into his soul.
Perhaps because it had existed alongside the Black Moon Outpost all this time, the ancient bell's material could no longer be determined through observation alone. Its texture, almost a dark, blackish navy, resembled primordial meteoric iron, oppressive to even look at.
Rain poured down, striking the ancient bell with dull thuds before trickling down its surface and being torn into endless mist by the storm-this was where the mist that had drenched him on this floor came from.
The downpour washed over the Clock Tower and dripped onto the ground, creating a noisy patter. Occasionally, a gust like overlapping waves swept rain into the stairwell, where it struck the steps with a clatter.
"Stay right there. That's the only safe place left." Lao Mo's voice reached Lin Yi through the noise of the wind and rain. Carrying the Hourglass, he braved the downpour and reached the top floor.
Lin Yi wanted to follow Lao Mo, but just as he reached the stairs and was about to go up, he suddenly noticed particles drifting out of Lao Mo's body, as though he were being annihilated...
Whenever a fierce gust swept past with dense mist, it seemed to carry some particles away from Lao Mo's body. The sight looked exactly like the annihilation of the Wrathful Angel that the Old Kerosene Lamp