Just as he was preparing to go on a killing spree, others who had been transported to various corners of the Immortal Palace began to flee for their lives.
"Run! The ghosts are coming!" a cultivator shouted in panic as he burst out of a room.
Hot on his heels were dozens of ghosts, all with sharp claws bared, their eyes glowing red with madness as if they had lost all rationality.
The two cultivators who are frantic and disoriented, rushed into another room, only to find themselves trapped by walls with nothing else inside.
The ghosts had already charged in, and the only thing they could do was barricade the door.
The two cultivators looked ghastly pale.
"What do we do? We're doomed! These ghosts don't seem to leave," one of them said, voice trembling.
"Why are these ghosts so hard to kill? This isn't fair!" the other cultivator shouted in frustration.
