"Report! In the medical tent, three lightly wounded soldiers have suddenly started self-harming!"
A series of urgent reports made everyone's heart sink.
Something was wrong! And it wasn't an isolated incident!
"Everyone! Cease all work! Assemble at the central plaza immediately!"
Ye Jinghong's roar echoed across the base.
Panic spread rapidly among the soldiers.
Soon, several thousand soldiers had gathered in the plaza, but the atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive.
From time to time, someone would go limp and collapse, or suddenly lose control of their emotions and be pinned down by their comrades.
Ye Jinghong's expression was grim to the extreme.
He released his formidable Divine Soul, trying to envelop the entire plaza, only to discover that in the darkness, countless strange powers of different attributes were seeping in from all directions.
Some were cold and sinister, some were violent and berserk, and some tempted one to fall into depravity.
