Kamiyagawa was blinded by a sudden ferocious wind, but his heart was filled with incredible excitement.
This feeling was just right!
It was the oppressive force only a Rank B ghost story would have, Mary must have succeeded!
The turbulent blood mist, spreading towards all directions, was like an avalanche or a torrential flood, unstoppable.
However, when sweeping past Kamiyagawa, it would carefully and gently curve around him, to ensure he wouldn't be swallowed by the red mist.
But those newly-spawned, curious children within the school, they weren't so fortunate.
No matter where they were, the cafeteria, the toilets, or the classrooms, as long as they were within the Ghost School, they would be engulfed by the surging red fog, without exception, rapidly corroding and burning away to bones and ash.
Oh, the blood mist even gave a bit of basic respect to the Sword Dao Hall.
It merely flowed past the outside of the hall, not entering directly.
