In the southern part of the city, a few kilometers away from the Third Hospital, inside a rural courtyard.
Within a dim room, upon a ritual altar adorned with distinct Japanese features.
Thousands of candles were burning.
At that moment, amongst these thousands of candles, a cluster of dozens suddenly extinguished.
A backlash force emanated from the snuffed candles, rippling outward.
In front of the altar, a Japan's Yin Yang Master, skin and bones, was violently struck by the backlash.
He spat out a mouthful of old blood.
His complexion turned ghastly.
"Damn it, what happened?"
The Japanese man had been in the midst of closed-door cultivation.
Suddenly, he was struck by the backlash of the Yin Yang Technique from Japan.
Now, staring at the dozens of extinguished candles, he knew something had gone wrong at the hospital.
At the hospital, at least dozens of Taikuns had died in that instant.
This Yin Yang Master from Japan was clueless about what had happened.
