With a ring of the bell, this desolate coastal industrial district, normally devoid of people, transformed into a realm of the dead. With it came the drizzling rain, the rolling white mist, and even vague and shattered silhouettes. Under the disturbance of countless lingering spirits, the darkened world had become a terrifying domain where no living person should tread.

Then came the second ringing of the bell from Professor Ye’s hand. The sound was even sharper and haunting, sending chills down one's spine. 

What followed were waves of frenzied shrieks. The howls coming from the lingering spirits transformed into rippling tides of spirit matter, spreading outward. The ripples were insignificant, but what if there were hundreds or thousands of them?

When endless screams and howls overlapped, what Ji Jue heard was a horrifying wail capable of shaking the soul and tearing apart consciousness.

He was dumbfounded. How was this...