Zhang Tianmiu had no choice but to prop himself up with the sword blade on the ground, and when he looked up, he saw the smoke had already made its way along the ceiling towards the corridor outside, and with a raise of his hand, he fired a shot. Amidst the bloom of light, the bullet struck the smoke, a muffled groan came from within the dark fumes, but it still rolled towards the corridor outside at the fastest speed.
It was at this moment that everyone heard a piercing scream coming from a distant place--
The scream, akin to a tidal wave, came rolling in, causing the illumination around to dim, the light from the torches reduced to a minimum, flickering weakly like candle flames.
The surroundings continued to grow darker.
...
The Dragon Horn Hall was brightly lit.
