In the pitch-black night, under the cold moonlight, five ghosts crawled to the edge of the Array in the graveyard, standing in a pentagonal formation. The howling yin wind was like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.
Jiang Zhengye and Ruiwen, who were already tense, looked down and glimpsed such a strange scene, they were so nervous that their faces turned pale, with fine sweat all over their foreheads.
The main reason was that they were only nominal disciples of the Devil's Gate. The education and knowledge they received were still from the Wanyu Immortal Sect.
Jiang Mingda was also a bit nervous, not because of the atmosphere, but because he was very sure at this moment, that the pottery puppet was a Spirit that had been summoned, and not any Ding Jia puppet or spirit weapon ghost, etc.
Such an entity with Divine Powers probably was an elder of the Infant God.
As the Array flickered and the yin wind howled to its peak, the Array suddenly burst into a strong Spiritual Light.
