"Ah? What's going on?" Shen Qingshuang was instantly terrified by the scene in front of her, her body trembling.
"I don't know! Why has Illusion Mountain changed its appearance? Could this be the Illusion Realm?" Elder Ming's expression also changed drastically, a look of frightened vigilance in his eyes.
Situ Mingrui had long since drawn the sword in his hand, slashing forward at the evil ghost that lunged towards him. He looked ahead, but in the dim light could no longer find the figures of Mu Qianyue and her group, a sense of foreboding immediately rising within.
"Elder Ming, quickly think of a way to fight our way out!"
"Alright, young master." Elder Ming continuously unleashed palm shadows, shattering the resentful spirits and evil ghosts surging forward, but the evil ghosts around were too many to kill completely; with one gone, others kept coming, in an unending stream.
