「Boom——」
A terrifying storm suddenly erupted in Lin Yi's mind, causing his heart to tremble violently.
「Damn it! Why can her voice still affect me?」
He thought he would be safe after leaving the layer of the Art Building, but the little girl's voice lingered like an ominous specter, even causing his hand to fall into "disarray" once again!
Staring at his uncontrollable arm, an indescribable terror surged through him like a rising tide.
「That secret mark! Could it be... a kind of brand? Can I no longer escape her?!」
He looked down at his arm, his right hand gripping it tightly, trying desperately to regain control.
But the arm remained rigid, unmoving. At the same time, secret markings began to emerge gradually on his skin. The intricate golden etchings resembled inscriptions found on the ritual artifacts of Ancient Huaxia, exuding an unparalleled solemnity—but beneath that veneer lurked a horrifying energy.
