The desolate and huge mountain peak reached straight into the clouds, and the entire sky was shrouded in black mist. It exuded a heavy and extremely cold aura.
The cultivators had already found the black mist difficult to deal with. Now, there was a large amount of it, almost like a nightmare.
The man with the goatee was the first to sense it. He said something and ran away. Many people were still surprised and at a loss.
The clouds of black mist blotted out the sky and covered the sun. It was too frightening.
Especially the ghostly wails that came from it, it was even more frightening. Some of the more timid people even began to tremble in their souls.
"There are actually so many vengeful spirits ..." At that moment, even Li Tian was extremely shocked. He pulled li luoluo's hand and started to run for his life.
It was obvious that it would be difficult to fight against so many vengeful spirits with only a few hundred people. They could only retreat.
