Jeming's spiritual power instantly swept over the entire city.
Those spiritualists hidden in the depths of streets, hospital wards, and the association headquarters were each enduring their own suffering at this moment.
Some were crouched on the ground holding their heads, veins bulging from their temples; some were curled up in bed, eyes rolling back, foam at the corners of their mouths; some let out suppressed roars, grabbing their own hair as if trying to pull something out of their brains.
The stronger the inspiration, the more intense the reaction.
The association's emergency broadcast was already echoing in the sky above the city, and the sirens of rescue vehicles converged from all directions, like countless rivers flowing toward the same ocean.
Jeming withdrew his spiritual power and set his gaze on his Inner Grotto Heaven.
The Magic Network Terminal lit up.
