His tone was very light, and he sounded unusually graceful and deep.
At first, Zhuge Yun did not understand why this man had stopped him from walking forward. He was just about to ask when bone-chilling screams began to come from where the team had disappeared.
"Ah!"
Immediately after, the air was filled with a sudden overwhelming stench of blood, causing people to retch as the smell ran through their noses.
Zhuge Yun widened his eyes, his instinctive reaction was to retrieve the mahogany sword he carried.
Yet, at this moment, the sounds seemed to have died down.
In a quiet atmosphere, one could feel a dense atmosphere permeating.
It sounded vague like someone was ringing a bell.
With each ring of the bell, the skies darkened.
The gradual spreading of darkness seemed to hide numerous chilly ghosts and goblins.
Even the temperature of their surroundings began to drop sharply, the gentle winds were changing abruptly!
