The figures were being forced to show themselves after feeling Yu Feng's gaze on them. They appeared sinister and cold, just like the cold night; the feeling was similar to that of the weird wind that was blowing around the hall.
Dark energy was lurking around the group of eerie-looking figures, making one's hair stand on end. The strange energy was similar to that of death energy, and howls could be heard within. It seemed like the cold, bloody cry of a ghost trying to escape from the bondage of the energies holding them within.
Everyone in the hall raised their heads, looking up at the red-cloaked figures floating there with malicious intent around them.
The weak cultivators among the crowd couldn't help but tremble under the oppressive suppression of the dark energy hanging in the air. The calm winds had suddenly started to become chaotic and blow rhythmically into the dark energy.
