In the location where Bai Xiaochun, Chen Jue, and Zhou Yixing had just tangled with the hats, there now remained only a dozen or so soul cultivators, standing there motionless.
They were nothing more than corpses, with their empty, white skulls clearly visible. It was a very bizarre sight.
The faces on the wall and floor began to breathe sighs of relief and simultaneously chatter with each other about what had just occurred.
"They're finally gone. The red hats have gone! Hahaha!"
"The hats were acting really strange today. They didn't bully us at all!"
"Yeah, you're totally right! Very strange indeed. Something odd is going on...." Then, in the middle of their conversation, their expressions flickered, and their eyes went wide. Looking down the tunnel, they all snapped their mouths shut. Currently, the terror glimmering in their eyes vastly exceeded that which had come from the hats, and they all began to shiver visibly.
