Gu Li took a step back without making a sound. Sensing the anger in her heart, He Shiyi acted very decisively.

Wherever the pitch-black tentacles entangled, they were rapidly drained and deformed, eventually turning into a pile of dried-up, cracked corpses that fell from the black mist.

Gu Li heard the approaching footsteps and urged the pitch-black monster churning in the black mist, "Hurry up, someone's coming."

Irwin, accompanied by soldiers who insisted on following him, burst into the hall.

The first thing you see is neither a gruesome corpse nor a bizarre pattern on the ground made up of countless insect corpses and blood.

Instead, she stood amidst the filth and chaos, a pale-skinned girl with disheveled hair, her slender figure incongruous with the bloody and eerie atmosphere of the scene.

She looked up at the swirling black mist on the ceiling, a huge and magnificent cross standing at her feet, her pale skin inevitably splattered with blood.

Despite its exceptionally fragile form, it inexplicably exudes a terrifying yet sacred aura that keeps strangers at bay.

Someone deftly raised a gun and aimed it at the girl's back.

Even if she saves those people, if they have already been contaminated, they can only pull the trigger.

Irwin reached out and gripped the muzzle of his gun, stepping forward to block their view.

He spoke first, reminding everyone: "Gu Li."

The figure with her back to them moved slightly, and everyone tensed up, watching her slowly turn around.

The blood-stained face came into view, and Irwin's heart tightened. He took a step forward, but was pulled back by the soldiers behind him.

Gu Li moved her lips, revealing her pale white teeth: "You've come?"

Some people couldn't help but secretly swallow their saliva.