Dachang City was shrouded in gloom, silent as the grave, as if the sun would never shine again. It seemed the city was on the brink of becoming a true Ghost City, destined to forever sink into the darkness and drown out the last glimmer of twilight.
Yet outside the city.
Where the gloom hadn't spread, the sun blazed in the sky, and the air was scorchingly hot. There was no trace of chill or uncanny atmosphere.
All roads leading to the city were under martial law.
Within five miles of the gloom, the area was designated a forbidden zone, patrolled by armed special forces personnel.
The headquarters for Asia's ghost hunters had prepared for both eventualities in Dachang City.
They would either resolve the large-scale supernatural event by working together both inside and out, or they would have to quarantine the entire city to prevent the spread of the entities within, to avoid greater casualties and losses.
At this moment.
On the road leading to Dachang City.
