Black Spirit.
Bang!
Yu Hong forcefully pushed open the blocked door.
The door was heavy, and there seemed to be something outside that even he felt was heavy, blocked tightly at the entrance.
With a loud crash.
The door was pushed, forcing whatever was outside to move, finally opening completely.
A dim yellow light shone in.
Yu Hong squinted his eyes, quickly adjusting to the intense change in lighting.
Only then did he see the situation outside clearly.
The safehouse was perched on the roof of a large gray castle over ten floors high.
The house leaned precariously, with half hanging on the castle's pinnacle.
Crackling.
From time to time, rubble slipped down the castle's pinnacle.
The door that Yu Hong had just pushed open was blocked by the castle's top.
Now that it had been forcibly opened, the pinnacle had been crushed a small part.
Standing at the door, Yu Hong and several people carefully looked outside.
In the distance lay a city of deathly silence.
