The black mist surged, accompanied by a chilling tide that sent shivers down the spine. The stone pavement beneath was coated in a thick layer of ice, and towering, broken divine statues could be occasionally seen around, all with missing heads and limbs, their faces weathered and indistinct.
Zhang Kui's eyes narrowed slightly as he surveyed the surroundings, signalling for everyone to halt with a wave of his hand.
There seemed to be a constant rustling sound by his ears, and the intense feeling of being watched came from all directions, as if the entire space was filled with malice and scrutiny.
"Many thanks to Taoist Friend Zhang for your assistance…"
The Spider Spirit brothers from the Spirit Corpse Sect expressed their gratitude with clasped hands and bowed.
