The gathering of Soul Ghosts suddenly turned frantic—without any warning, they began rising from the ground, covered by the fog, blanketing the mountainsides.
There was no process, no probing, no omen!
It was as if the sword signal was the very sign to launch an attack!
Within the throngs of Soul Ghosts appeared a great number of Wandering Souls and fierce ghosts, the ones from which Soul Beads could be obtained; the situation was starkly different from the day before, a complete turnaround; this was certainly not by chance, but an inevitability, a strategy to lure enemies deep into their clutches.
The three Upper Cultivators realized that things were beginning to spiral beyond their expectations—had they been outwitted by the Soul Ghosts' scheme? It was an embarrassment to even speak of.
