This indescribable fear made Lin Yi’s body uncontrollably shiver slightly, he knew he was heading in the right direction... once again, he was right!
So, he shattered his own thoughts, and as the abyss was about to devour him, he stabilized his flickering perspective, bringing himself back to the elevator.
He knew he was in a dream, so he was fearless, inherently granting himself a layer of buff.
He knew that compared to himself in the dream, the crises faced by Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang were the real matters of life and death.
At that moment, he turned his attention to the light bulb in Mu Daxian’s hands.
He had seen the discarded, ineffective bulbs. He’d also seen the bulbs inside the lampshades, but a bulb without a shade that was still emitting light was something he was truly seeing for the first time.
Lin Yi gazed at the bulb in Mu Daxian’s hands and then shockingly discovered that this bulb... was actually pulsating!
That kind of rhythmic expansion and contraction, just like a heartbeat!
"Gudong... Gudong... Gudong..."
The pulsation of the bulb was very subtle, practically invisible if not observed closely, especially when it blossomed with bright light which only caused stabbing pains in the eyes upon direct gaze.
Now, as the glow of the bulb dimmed, Lin Yi was able to observe this subtle movement.
Suddenly, Lin Yi saw an odd pattern "swimming" within the concentric circles of the bulb, those patterns resembled a moth trapped inside, desperately dashing about within the spherical bulb, with each collision causing a ripple to surge!
Its speed was extremely fast, and so the collisions with the inner wall of the bulb were also rapid, ultra-high frequency collisions releasing even higher frequency "waves," the incessant "waves" forming the light observed by the naked eye.
"This...?!" Lin Yi was shocked by the scene he observed, "Could this be the secret to the bulb’s light emission? So streetlights don’t actually need an ’electric power system’, all the bulb’s energy comes from itself!"
"But... what is this ’moth’ inside the bulb?"
Lin Yi tried to observe further, but the light quickly dimmed.
It didn’t last long before the last bulb also began to flicker, soon after the moth-like pattern seemed to take a final breath, then it extinguished with a pop.
"Damn it... Are they ’sucking magic’ or what? No bulb could withstand this rate of energy absorption!" Mu Daxian squeezed out a low growl through his teeth, his eyes bloodshot and flickering with a reddish-gold light, his tone extremely strained.
The elevator, having lost the light from the bulbs, suddenly became like a decrepit temple on a mountain caught in a thunderstorm at night, the flickering light from the elevator similar to the occasional lightning strikes across the sky, the damp, misty breath erupting from the Sneering Angels akin to the moisture seeping into the temple from the storm-lashed windows...
As the Grey Mist spread, the enclosed and limited space of the elevator became like a leaking diving bell, with Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang trapped inside like divers, gradually feeling the fear of being engulfed by the mist.
When the damp Grey Mist fell upon Mao Feiyang, Lin Yi felt, as if through induction, a pure malice that made his scalp tingle.
What was more terrifying was that as the Grey Mist eroded him, Mao Feiyang’s body began to absorb the force of the Grey Mist indiscriminately, just as he had absorbed white powder particles in the Art Building, turning his flesh an unnatural shade of cyan-gray, like the patchy traces you’d find on a sculpture weathered by the ages.
He hurriedly looked towards Mu Daxian, only to find that Mu Daxian’s situation wasn’t any better. Both people in the elevator were showing signs of becoming sculpture-like...
Even Mu Daxian, the so-called Transcendent Art Student, was utterly oppressed by the breath of the Sneering Angels due to the constraints of the limited space.
Gradually, under the intermittent flickering of the lights, both Mu Daxian and Mao Feiyang had absorbed enough Grey Mist, and the Sneering Angels originally huddled in the corner of the elevator and facing it, had finally caught onto Mao Feiyang’s breath...
The four Sneering Angels scattered in the corners, the two standing by the elevator doors, were all slowly, puppet-like, turning their bodies, their stone bead-like eyes rolling, slowly fixing their gaze on Mao Feiyang...
At that moment, Mao Feiyang felt an intense chill, as if he had been thrown into a huge ice bucket doused with cold water.
Echoes of a low, hoarse voice filled with a strange rhythm began to reverberate in the elevator, like a distant song carried by the wind.
The Sneering Angels slowly drew closer to Mao Feiyang, some of them noticed Mu Daxian, yet still didn’t consider him the primary target.
"Damn..." Mu Daxian cursed angrily, and though he should have felt relieved, he couldn’t muster any joy. Hesitating for a moment, then gritting his teeth, he reached for his drawing board, and with force, sliced open his own hand!
"Tch! Damn, that’s still kinda painful, ow!"
The hand was sliced, and blood began to flow from the wound.
The Sneering Angels, which had been focused on Mao Feiyang, seemed to have scented an even more delectable breath, and their ghastly faces immediately showed delight and greed.
The Sneering Angels began to loiter around Mu Daxian...
And Mao Feiyang, curling up on the ground, suddenly felt the pressure drastically lessen. He looked up somewhat blankly, only to see the six Sneering Angels, like leeches, all biting into Mu Daxian’s arm, madly sucking away at his Supernatural Power, as if wanting to drain all his blood...