On the other side, Lu Zhao still looked at the documents in his hand with interest, as if the dim light couldn't affect his vision at all.
But as time passed, Jin Jiuyao's face gradually lost its playful expression. He jumped up from his chair and stood beside Lu Zhao, vigilantly scanning the surroundings, with a hint of gloomy light floating in his left eye, as if unfolding some kind of precautionary domain.
Chen Xue seemed to have noticed something too and slowly left her seat.
Her hands still framing, she searched for something while gesturing, not knowing what she saw, her face gradually took on a serious expression.
Gradually, the entire classroom was enveloped in darkness, oppressively like an underwater operation site that had lost contact with its ship, beginning to sink under the force of gravity.
「Rumble——Rumble——」
Thunder roared deep in the clouds, the sound waves seemingly took the shape of countless pale arms, tearing the thick mist into vein-like fissures.
