The sky started to darken at a speed visible to the naked eye. As the darkness came, a thick fog gushed out from the depths of every street.
It sounded like thousands of vengeful souls were wailing under the painful cries.
"Let's find a place to hide first."
A thick ghostly Qi filled the entire Street like thick smoke. It was mixed with the smell of blood and evil thoughts, stimulating people's souls.
Under this ghostly aura, the old Daoist realized that everyone's faces had turned pale. The already weak yang fire in aunt Wu and the others was almost extinguished.
The streets were filled with ghostly Qi. If they continued to stay in this ghostly domain, the impact on everyone would be too great.
If they didn't find a place to hide, under the collision of the yin Qi, people with weak Yang Qi would probably be unable to suppress their souls and would escape from their bodies without the ghost's collision.
"Hehehe ..."
