Qin Ye could vaguely make out the grisly, gaping orifices that were trained on him in the darkness.

A split second later, the Yin spirits surrounding him roared at the top of their voice as they lunged straight for Qin Ye’s jugular.

One by one, and layer by layer, the endless Yin spirits in the factory piled onto Qin Ye, instantly transforming an encirclement into a mound of people. The charred corpses roared and writhed, while dozens upon dozens of hands flailed about, desperately clawing and clutching at their target underneath. Maggots crawled in and out of their skin, while the ones within hissed as they frantically bit at their target.

It was like a chaotic dance of a thousand ghosts.

Just then, a contemptuous chuckle rang out right in the middle of the darkness, “Do you know something… horror flicks tend to lose their charm as soon as the ghosts reveal their true form.”

One second later, a boundless wave of Yin energy erupted from the mound of corpses like a terrifying explosion. The evil ghosts that were clinging desperately to Qin Ye suddenly shrieked in unison, before promptly being blown away in all directions like shrapnel from an exploding grenade.

AHHH--!!! AAARRGGHH!!! They cried out with blood curdling shrieks. And then… bzzt… bzzt… The lights that had earlier gone out finally came back on once more.

Qin Ye wasn’t fully in his Hell’s Emissary state just yet. He was already dressed in the...