"Ahhh! There's a ghost, help!"
"Run quickly, the specter is coming!"
"Protect the emperor, hurry and protect him!"
...
The specters attacked, and everything descended into chaos.
The common people rushed back, seeking a place for refuge.
Amidst the pushing and shoving, the cries of children could be heard, and some were knocked down to the ground, trampled with cries of anguish.
"This is bad! Why are there so many specters!"
Mr. Lin and Pei Yuanzheng instinctively hid among the Dragon Shadow Guards, seeking protection out of fear.
"Jing'an, quickly think of a way!"
Emperor Anqing's face changed dramatically, and his voice trembled.
This scene seemed to take him back to his childhood, when he was thrown onto a sacrificial altar, unwillingly offered up to the specters. The bizarre images still haunted him.
"Form the array!"
Jing'an gritted his teeth and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.
