Those endless Bloodwater Monsters...
They were like pus seeping out of hell, impossible to kill off or drive away, forever surging, writhing, and closing in from the darkness.
One careless moment, and they would drag you into the bloody water, leaving not even your bones behind.
The faint sounds in the darkness...
That voice that sounded beside your ear from time to time, as though someone were leaning over the back of your neck and whispering.
You turned to look, and there was nothing.
But the voice was so real that it made your scalp crawl, leaving you unable to tell whether you were hearing things or whether something really was pressed against your back.
That thin thread that kept siphoning away supernatural power and life force...
You couldn't see it or touch it, but it was there.
Drawing, sucking, every single second.
As though a monster that could never eat its fill had thrust a straw deep into your soul.
And there was something else, the most formidable of all.
Yang Yong had sensed it the moment he stepped into this ghost domain...
The thing that had been watching all along.
It wasn't watching with eyes.
It was doing so in some deeper way, like a cold finger constantly tracing gentle circles along the edges of your consciousness.
You could sense its presence, but you couldn't find it.
You couldn't see it, yet it was watching you.
Like a hunter patiently waiting for its prey to walk into the trap on its own.
While Yang Yong continued thinking, the Score-Chasing Convoy also reached a decision.
Ye Zefeng spoke first, his voice somewhat strained. "Yang Yong, we agree... We've decided that we only need you to cut those threads for the three Transcendents in our team."
As soon as he