บท 219: The Blood-Stained Gramophone

The thunderbolts roared, and lightning surged. With a flashing Thunderbolt Mark on his forehead, Lin Yao walked across the place like a god, destroying everything in his path with lightning.

Both the servant corpses and evil spirits were akin to paper tigers before the Heavenly Thunder, which possessed the mighty dominance of heaven. As their bodies shattered, the evil auras also dissipated.

This attack would naturally antagonize the freak dominating this place. A massive number of servant corpses appeared, and more ghosts flew toward Lin Yao. There was also a freak spying on Lin Yao on every floor.

In the pitch-dark floors of the building, all kinds of loud screams were coming from the rooms, and there were endless ghostly shadows and even a blood color that was spreading in between the floors. This place was very strange and mysterious. Its atmosphere alone could already terrify ordinary people to death.