At this moment, the entire Dragon Village manifested an eerie mist, filled with murderous atmosphere.
Hundreds of corpse ghosts squatted down like hyenas, barking, and seemed ready to pounce.
In mid-air, dozens of ghastly hanging ghosts drifted.
There was a blood-stained locust tree, on which hung an even more terrifying red-clothed hanging ghost, as well as hundreds of human heads.
Indeed, it was a trap of heaven and earth.
At this time, the hanging ghosts in the air all cranked their necks to look at Ji Yianxue, their ghostly faces taking on a cruel color, laughing foolishly and growling, "You're Miss Ji, right?... The ghosts' leader said he wanted to kill you... Don't resist, just accept your fate!"
"Hmph!" Ji Yianxue snorted defiantly, obviously unwilling to sit and wait for death.
