That was Wind Eye Market, the place where their physical bodies were kept.
"We're here! We're finally here!"
The crowd let out a cheer, and their flagging Spiritual Bodies picked up speed once more.
Han Feng didn't land directly. Instead, he first circled above the Trading Hall, using his Divine Sense to scan the entire area.
After confirming there was no large-scale invasion of High Tier Demon Beasts, he led the "Ghost Army" behind him and swooped down.
The Trading Hall was dead silent.
Several hundred bodies lay scattered across the ground, some leaning against corners, others sprawled on tables, all in a myriad of bizarre positions.
Because they were all Martial Artists with established Cultivation, their Qi Blood was vigorous.
Even though they were unconscious, their bodies still maintained minimal function.
There were no gruesome scenes of bodies rotting or being gnawed on by rats.
"Find your own bodies! Don't get into the wrong one!"
