"Actually, that's not entirely true," Wang Jian said, recalling the sensation from yesterday's rescue. "Although the Yang Soul's method of attack could indeed be categorized as a Spell, I believe it's more like the judgment of a living entity. For example, some kind of unknown Yang Soul might be attached to those artifacts."
This thought seemed far more reasonable, so Wang Jian voiced it. "That thing felt alive to me, not as simple as a Spell."
Hearing this was a bit unsettling for Zhang Haiyuan. It reminded him of that space again, and he couldn't help but ask, "Doctor Wang, are you referring to that dark thing?"
"Exactly, that's the one," Wang Jian said.
Zhang Cheng had also heard from Zhang Haiyuan about that space, so he naturally guessed that Wang Jian's vision from yesterday was related to it as well. But these things were a bit beyond their comprehension, and they didn't quite know how to respond.
