The first was Liu Hong, who served as the test subject.
The second was Wang Ying.
Only then came Yang Yong himself.
The moment the thread above his head was cut, Yang Yong clearly felt the vitality that had been silently draining away finally stop leaking.
It was as though he had finally escaped an invisible noose. His whole body felt lighter.
After cutting the threads for all three of them, Liu Hong, that big oaf, dazedly wiped the blood off his face and took the Cause-and-Effect Scissors over to cut the threads for the members of the Score-Chasing Convoy too.
But Yang Yong stopped him.
"You've used up too much energy. Rest first."
At those words, Liu Hong closed his eyes and toppled backward...
His snores thundered.
He had actually fallen asleep just like that.
Yang Yong was speechless.
Just then, Ye Zefeng and the others from the Score-Chasing Convoy finally worked up the courage to ask Yang Yong:
"Brother Yong, what are you doing?"
Yang Yong's next words instantly plunged them into an ice cellar.
"Ever since we were sucked into the Ghost Domain, every one of us has had a thread attached to the top of our head."
"It's constantly draining our vitality."
"Ordinary people have no Supernatural Power protecting them, so it drains their Life Source directly."
"As for Transcendents, once their Supernatural Power runs out, their vitality starts getting drained too."
A deathly silence fell over their surroundings.
Everyone instinctively looked up above their own heads.
They could see nothing in the darkness.
But that hair-raising feeling was more terrifying than anything they might have seen.
They finally understood.
Why, ever since entering this Ghost Domain, they had felt increasingly tired and weak.
It was not their imagination, nor was it hunger.
An invisible thread