The light from above was quickly swallowed.
The sounds of creaking around were like I had entered the mouth of an ancient demon, awaiting mastication.
The cold, eerie wind blowing in his face made every hair on Wei Cheng's body stand on end, it was an intense feeling of danger.
It was an instinctive warning from his body.
If Wei Cheng felt this way, what about the others?
The way back had closed, transforming back into an illimitable ground, a ground that was undulating and moving like a living creature.
As if this was the real form of Chi Yao.
From the perspectives of Bai Han and Yang Li behind him, countless hairs seemed to have grown on Wei Cheng's body, accompanied by cold laughter.
It seemed he was affected first since he was hit head-on.
"Swoosh!"
A Qingmu Symbol Sign, like a fully blooming flower, silently imprinted itself on Wei Cheng's back.
Yang Li, worthy of being a top cultivator, remained unfazed.