The eerie and hoarse laughter was exceptionally piercing, like a vengeful ghost crawling out from the depths of the earth, imbued with an intangible ominous presence.
Vast shadows descended from above, like dark ink spreading towards the surroundings.
Four figures, clad in black robes, thin and gaunt, suddenly appeared all around. Each had a deathly pale complexion and sinister pupils, as if cast from the same mold, with sharply pointed chins, bearing eerie grins, landing in the surrounding area.
"The Four Ghosts of Black Mountain!"
The Lion-headed People's face changed, staring at the four figures that had abruptly appeared, "Protect the Young Master!"
Tong Wushuang swiftly descended to the side, spreading his arms wide, protectively standing beside the young boy, his gaze solemnly scanning the surroundings.
The Four Ghosts of Black Mountain have appeared!
There's a high possibility that other powerful enemies will also appear!
