In a place like the Doors of Terror, a Soulmancer of Walker's level could only scan an area of about 300 feet with his spiritual sense.
Relying on spiritual sense to find someone was clearly unreliable!
Walker, standing on his flying knives, frantically searched the airspace of the Terror realm, shouting loudly, "William! Where the hell are you?"
"Answer if you hear me!"
"An hour and ten minutes left until the game ends. Only three survivors remain. Please keep it up!"
The system's voice rang in the ears of Walker and the other two.
Walker was startled, then sped up even more. The mysterious sigil on his forehead flickered, releasing an energy aura that spread out, causing all the ghosts and goblins in the Doors of Terror to prostrate themselves, daring not to move.
Nolan hid in a corner, noticing that the monsters around him had also suddenly quieted down. He just wanted to survive now.
