One night.
Ghostly shadows began to appear near Liu Zhuang.
These phantom-like silhouettes were swirling around, getting more intense as time went by...
Gradually, even within Liu Zhuang, shadows flickered intermittently, and the uneasiness increased dramatically. It was spooky.
After a while, strange phenomena started to occur in some areas.
Either a patch of ground would suddenly flip over, or a dark shadow would rush past, or a freshly lit candle would extinguish itself with no wind, plunging a room into instant darkness. Such strange incidents were numerous.
Not to mention the people of Liu Zhuang, even Mo Yuantu and the others from Supreme Mountain fell into doubt and fear. They huddled together in groups, and no one dared to be alone in Liu Zhuang, everyone was terrified without exception.
"What on earth is going on?"
"It must be our enemies coming. All these actions are intended to make us panic and mess up before the fight even begins."
