Because everything that had just happened was so sudden.
All of the audience subconsciously held their breath.
Aside from the crackling of electricity, the entire ruin of the city fell into a sinister silence.
Clang, clang!
The sound of an empty can rolling echoed through the air.
The dim and flickering streetlights pulsated as the Resentful Spirit slowly awoke.
It first looked around, seemingly dazed; under the dim light, it even appeared somewhat adorably awkward.
Suddenly, as if remembering something, the Resentful Spirit quickly lowered its head.
Beneath it, Xiang Nan's face was pale, blood oozing from his mouth and nose; he had his eyes tightly shut as his body occasionally twitched.
The panic-stricken Resentful Spirit floated up into the air, circling anxiously around Xiang Nan.
Before it could calm down, it saw Shao Zifeng standing not far away, and the Resentful Spirit grew even more agitated.
