Flames, fierce ghosts, tiger shadows, and fog formed a terrifying human purgatory.
When everything had calmed down, the twisted ghosts began to decompose, fading away as spots.
As the saying goes, with death, debts are cleared; this enduring evil karma had finally receded.
After all, the entire village had been dismembered, and their souls torn apart, with Black Tiger, temporarily holding the position of the Mountain God, restraining them; the ghosts released by it naturally would no longer plague the human world.
The massive shadow of the tiger approached them, lightly touched them, and transformed into three streaks of light that entered their bodies.
"Damn, a hidden reward, actually gave us a passive skill," Heavenly Immortal exclaimed in surprise.
