Lu Yuanming returned home, his mood exceedingly heavy.
Just now in Building C, he witnessed the deaths of over a hundred people—some fell to their deaths, others were devoured by the colossal squid spectres, some were flattened in the corridors, and dozens on the rooftop were infected by an indescribable horror, or blasted into fragments by that indescribable final scream.
What's more terrifying is that these people's souls did not fall into the Dark Matter World after death. Instead, some were absorbed and digested by the squid spectres, and even more were devoured by the red-robed ghostly horror, tantamount to their souls being utterly disseminated, and perhaps even more miserable than that. Lu Yuanming could hardly imagine how their souls were being treated in the hands of that indescribable terror...
All of this was happening in the real world!
