Zhang Yu knew that at this time, the Old Graveyard was like a seafood market in the early morning when fresh supplies arrive. Various factions would be drawn in to snatch up the freshest and highest quality souls of the day.
As a result, the gloomy atmosphere of the Old Graveyard would become increasingly oppressive, making it the most unfriendly time of day for the living.
Yan Qianji could feel threads of Yin Qi penetrating the Yang-blocking clothes, realizing that it couldn't hold out for much longer before it seeped into his body.
As he circulated his Qi-Blood to resist the Yin Qi, the clothes' ability to block yang energy gradually weakened.
Yan Qianji chuckled bitterly to himself, "It seems that even with the Yang-blocking clothes, I can't stay long in the outside world of the Old Graveyard. Without a physical body storage device, the time I can come out each day is limited."
Just then, Yan Qianji saw that Zhang Yu had suddenly stopped, "True Monarch?"
