Screech~
The dull, heavy sound of grinding metal rang out as the elderly, weak, and infirm, confined within their cages, lifted their heads.
At the end of the long corridor, white fog permeated the air; the suffocating Yin Qi overflowed, and deep within the darkness, a pinpoint of light emerged. Those held captive, suddenly became startled - their gazes turned toward the light.
Soon, a pair of blood-red lanterns were seen, suspended in mid-air, seemingly held by invisible hands, swaying back and forth with nothing behind them.
"What tricks are these Ghost Creatures trying to pull now?"
"We've already been beaten up to this point, and they're still trying to terrify us with these tricks!"
This chilling and bizarre scene didn't frighten anyone. All those imprisoned here were exceptional prodigies of Taoism, though many felt desperate, only a few looked relatively unscathed.
"None of you should worry. Even the Ghost Immortal wouldn't dare to kill us all."
