The green gas turned into a ghostly shadow, whistling as it pounced down.
'Wuuu ...' Wuwuwu ...'
The sky darkened in an instant, and the temperature dropped significantly.
A bone-chilling feeling seeped through their pores and into their bones and blood. Killing, despair, death, and other negative emotions instantly enveloped everyone's mind.
At this moment, the purple flame in the chaotic green lamp flashed, and the purple Qi rippled out, instantly burning the approaching resentment into nothingness.
The ghostly Qi was forced back by the purple light and made a path.
The surroundings were filled with ghostly Qi, but the purple light shone directly at the middle gate above the steps.
The middle gate was tightly shut and was shrouded in black Qi, like a dormant monster.
"Don't get lost. Follow my light."
Song Qing held the green lamp in his small hand. After giving his instructions, he directly took two steps up the stairs.
