Yi Lin was oblivious to everything happening outside.
But even if he knew, he couldn't spare any attention to it at the moment.
Because the mirror in front of him was now completely engulfed in darkness, its surface submerged and wholly dyed a sinister black.
All light, all reality, failed to leave any images or traces on the ink-black mirror.
Yi Lin suddenly felt that this dark color was eerily familiar.
It somewhat resembled the black curtain that enveloped Ming River Middle School at night.
But it was also different.
Yi Lin's entire body tensed up, he gripped the dagger in his hand tightly, and gazed into the abyss in the mirror, not even daring to breathe out heavily.
As if breathing out too hard could disturb some terrifying presence.
Yi Lin knew in his heart that the situation before him was beyond his expectation, out of his control, extraordinary, and very ominous.
He should flee.
Or stop all of this.
