At first, it was just a faint sobbing.
Gradually, the sound of crying grew louder, almost uncontrollable.
Ye Wu and Xiao Heng watched silently all the while.
Someone finally couldn't help himself, boldly stepped forward, and heavily kicked the corpse on the ground.
Ye Wu still said nothing.
And then.
More bold people followed suit.
They swarmed forward. Some punched and kicked, while others tore madly.
One corpse after another turned into a mess of flesh.
The repression had lasted too long.
The mortals in Frost Moon City were already on the brink of collapse.
Now, they had lost all reason, remaining only with the urge to vent.
Their sky-high anger and resentment shot up, seemingly influencing the fierce ghosts above, making the entire city grow even colder.
The chilling howling couldn't be restrained and spread outward.
Ye Wu sighed softly and raised her hand once more.
A gentle glow emanated from her palm.
