Inside Chaotic Burial Mound.
Countless graves spewed out swirling green flames.
In an instant, there were hundreds of them.
At the same time, the normally calm night turned into a raging windstorm.
Blasts of chilly wind came, feeling as if they instantly passed through the body.
Ning Bingcai and Ning Changfeng shivered in fear.
Huddled together, they resisted the chilling wind.
And in their breaths, they smelled bursts of a foul stench.
The strange sound of the wind truly resembled the wails of evil spirits from the Nine Netherworld Hell.
The father and son had already closed their eyes and collapsed on the ground.
Shivering, they couldn't utter a single word.
Fortunately, the fierce wind stopped quickly.
Apart from the occasional waves of foul odor, there was nothing else.
Only then did Ning Bingcai gather his courage and open his eyes.
But he found complete darkness before him.
