Huang Xikong rushed to the top floor from outside the building, while Wanwan had to ascend from within the building.
Xia Zhihuai hesitated for a few seconds at the door but decided to follow them. The police also dispatched a team to rescue them.
Wanwan possessed a thousand miles talisman, leaving the others far behind and quickly arriving at the door of the top floor.
Perhaps the resentful spirit was overly confident in its ability to invade the building, as it had not blocked the entrance.
Wanwan pushed the door with her hand, initially without success. However, she infused her spiritual energy into her hand and with a resounding crash, the door slammed open.
Amidst the swirling dust, she stood there, mouth agape, astonished at how easily the door had given way.
She hadn’t exerted much force.
She wondered if she would have to compensate for the damage later. She felt guilty about her brother’s wallet.
The rooftop was chilling, with a cold wind blowing.