With a sweep of his large sleeve, the White Bone Thousand Spirits Chariot whistled out from the storage bag, and the wailing of countless wronged souls immediately spread out.
Whooooosh—
The surrounding air turned chillingly cold, and the temperature seemed to plummet suddenly.
Several incarnations simultaneously flew onto the White Bone Thousand Spirits Chariot, and then they were enveloped by a protective shield formed by ghastly pale ghost claws entangling each other.
Roar roar roar—
The bone wheels of the chariot rolled fiercely, heading straight for the Nether Spring that formed a vortex tunnel, and instantly disappeared into it.
Upon entering the Nether Spring, the several incarnations simultaneously felt an intense, bone-chilling cold, as if they were about to freeze solid.
