Within the black tide, there was neither sound nor light, however, the ten hill-tall giant creatures’ presence was so strong as if there was a hurricane heading at them. Wang Lu, who could perceive in the dark, was able to print the other side’s ferocious looks into his mind.
It was a look with a deep hatred of life. Even among the dead spirits, only an extreme few would have such a strong and vicious hatred. In fact, not all dead spirits were unable to coexist with the living. Right now, basically, it could be said there was tentative peace within the Nine Regions. Among the sects, the line between the evil and righteous was not that clear cut. For several hundred years in the Immortal Cultivation World, some cultivators even wrote many unfulfilled-love-between-ghost-and-people stories; in some places, there was even a new trend of taking a female zombie as a girlfriend—the premise, of course, was that the other party should be beautiful enough.
