"Saint Court… Saint Court… the gods have perished… the Saint Court is no more…"
The eerie and terrifying voice seemed to come from an illusion, appearing sporadically in everyone's ears and causing goosebumps to rise.
Even Qin Jun couldn't help but feel a tingling on his scalp. He looked around but saw no ghostly figures, while the sky had become overcast with rolling dark clouds, unknown when they had gathered.
"Ghosts?" Qin Jun asked in a deep voice directed at Black and White Impermanence, for they were Ghost Gods and undoubtedly understood ghosts better than anyone present.
Black Impermanence grimaced, "Unclear. My divine consciousness can't detect any ghostly entities."
Although they were Ghost Gods, they weren't the most powerful entities in the underworld, only slightly better off among their peers. If there were ghosts they couldn't detect, it only meant one thing: the adversary was stronger than they.
