The teasing "My Angel" had just ended when the entire audience exploded, with fans, both male and female, screaming.
As if stimulated by this screaming, outside Red Stone Stadium, a louder cheering erupted from those who couldn’t get inside, numbering ten times more than those inside, shaking the entire Red Stone Stadium.
At midnight, officers from Bazhou Police Station had to head out immediately to maintain order outside the Red Stone Stadium.
The seats that had been set up could now only serve as the simplest form of protection. Xia You’s seat, under pressure, began to shake. Xia You had to turn around, only to realize that in the "Death Track" fans, the gender ratio was about even, with both male and female fans equally ecstatic.
"Looks like the influence of Death Track is pretty substantial," Xia You nudged Mo Xixi beside her. Mo Xixi paid her no mind, she was busy discussing with the female fans next to her about how Yimo Yisheng might appear on stage.
With a "boom", countless black feathers drifted from the sky, swirling around as a giant black glass coffin slowly rose from the center of the stage.
All the yelling ceased instantly, and within the Red Stone Gymnasium, thirteen thousand pairs of hands seemed to clutch at everyone’s throat.
The surface of the black coffin flashed with bat-shaped light patterns. The coffin did not open but stood erect at the center of the stage. Through the dark glass, one could see a face shining brightly white, and it became clear why Yu Xiaonan had left the entertainment industry. Slender eyes, thin lips, the bones visible through his see-through outfit, if there was such a rival in the world, one whose eyes are a bit more electrifying than yours, whose lips are a bit more seductive, whose androgynous beauty is even more extreme; just by that slight bit, all these bits together were enough to drive a proud person like Yu Xiaonan insane.
"Yimo!!!" Faced with the agitated crowd and several fans who had fainted, the man on stage did not react at all; he simply gave his band a signal to start.
The song had already begun; the new song "Heart Explosion" took the lead, and as the vocals and music started, everyone stood up, frantically waving their arms, Mo Xixi already in tears.
The heavy metal music played by electric guitars and drum kits did not drown out the man’s voice. His voice, like the soul of death, poured out from the black coffin, dooming everyone in the Red Stone Gymnasium that night.
The lyrics and melody were no longer important; all that mattered was that this was the limit of human vocal capability.
(No.0. I don’t like it here, nor do I like this man’s voice, let’s go out), Little Eight spoke listlessly, a stark contrast to the vivacious Little Eight in "Military Road."
Despite being in a rooftop venue, the surging crowd and the intense rhythm challenging every organ seemed to drench the entire gymnasium with a layer of gasoline, with flames flaring in the air. Xia You clutched at her chest, calling out to Mo Xixi beside her, "Xixi, I’m feeling unwell, I think I should head out first."
At the location of Xia You’s chest, a burning sensation was astonishing; the Phoenix Tail Butterfly seemed to be tearing its way out from her skin, a sensation that truly made her heart feel like it was about to burst.
Mo Xixi was completely immersed in the music, swaying her head, singing along excitedly, her makeup melting with her sweat, and so were the fans around her. Men’s uncontrollable roars, women’s uninhibited declarations of love.
"If a voice could be a Weapon, then Yimo Yisheng’s song would be piercing through people’s veins and nerves, letting the darkness flow and spurt out," myriad scenes flashed across her mind.
Hallucinatory scenes overlapped and intersected in her mind; shattered glass, bullets whirling through the air, Anke with broken bones, a Frenzied Dinosaur with its head severed, corpses of bandits strewn all around. All the unsettling scenes emerged one by one.
Xia You felt light-headed and heavy-footed, struggling to push through the people around her; she might just become the first fan to leave a "Death Track" concert midway.
This song, unlike the debut song of "Death Track" she had heard that day, "Yimo Yisheng", was different. Several elbows collided against her as Xia You struggled to clear a small path that was quickly filled again.