Blood lust

A cold sweat beaded on Supervisor Wang's forehead as he stared at the crumbled portal. Panic gnawed at his insides as he fumbled for his spirit transmission disc. With a trembling hand, he activated it, a holographic image flickering to life above his palm.

"Vice Dean Zi Lingzi," he rasped, his voice barely a whisper. "It's Supervisor Wang. We have a situation."

The image of the silver-haired Vice Dean materialized, her usually stoic expression etched with concern. "Supervisor Wang, report," she commanded, her voice crisp and authoritative.

Supervisor Wang recounted the events in a frantic rush – the portal's sudden shift in color, the students' disappearance, and the chilling silence that followed.

As the gravity of his report sunk in, a heavy silence descended. The implications were dire. The Myriad Spirit Plane, designed for students at the Foundation Establishment Realm, was supposed to be a relatively safe environment. Now, it has become a potential death trap.

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