All of the trees in Gwangju City swayed wildly as though there were a Category 5 typhoon sweeping through the area. They shook their crowns in unison and bent over as though bowing in the direction of Gonjiam Asylum.

Meanwhile, invisible to ordinary people, countless Yin spirits trembled and fell prostrate to the ground in deep reverence and awe. They could all sense a boundless source of unadulterated Yin energy spilling out from underneath the haunted house. There wasn’t even the slightest intention to keep this source of energy concealed, almost as though it were a declaration of sorts that an Abyssal Prefect had arrived.

The chaotic citizens standing all around the buildings and streets in the midst of their evacuation operations abruptly raised their heads in unison and then subconsciously pulled out their cell phones. They were all dumbfounded by the scene, and they hurriedly took photographs to document what they had seen.

Click… A teenager snapped two photographs, and then exclaimed with a tremor in his voice, “Holy shit… W-what the hell is this supposed to be?! Is this a natural phenomenon? Or is it a supernatural one?!”

“My god…” A middle-aged man was just marching down the stairs when he suddenly looked to the sky. The suitcase in his hand fell straight to the ground with a soft clatter.

“Let’s get going, then!” His daughter tapped him from behind, “Dad, what’s the matter?...