Li Hao was instantly scared out of his wits, his body involuntarily beginning to tremble.
This was because he could clearly hear that the words were not coming from the microphone, but rather as if someone was speaking directly into his ear.
If swinging a sword to kill the phantom giant ghost could still be considered within the realm of myths, then tracing through the camera's intervals with words that crossed the boundaries of space was beyond Li Hao's understanding.
The bloody smell lingering at the tip of his nose grew increasingly intense, and the heavy sense of threat seemed to be constantly escalating, causing Li Hao's knees to buckle and he knelt directly onto the ground.
The commotion from Li Hao immediately drew the attention of others, as someone rushed forward to help him up, but Li Hao stopped them with a raised hand.
"Don't move! Don't make a sound!"
