In the canyon, the crowd was still reeling.
Ye Wushuang's savage assault was a visceral shock. His desperate, life-or-death fighting style defied everything they thought they knew.
It was a long moment before the crowd finally snapped out of their stupor.
Their eyes turned to the Land of Yin Spirit. Gritting their teeth, they charged in after him.
Xiang Tianxiao was the first to react, charging through the canyon and into the Land of Yin Spirit. Right behind him, the crowd of Loose Cultivators and the Disciples of the Celestial Sword Sect all followed suit.
Within the Land of Yin Spirit, Demon Clouds blotted out the sky. A sinister, ghostly aura filled the air as an eerie wind whispered through the desolation, making it feel like a corner of hell on earth.
Dead, decaying trees lay scattered about, many half-buried under broken branches and withered leaves. After years of settling, the whole place gave off a pungent, rotting stench.
COUGH! COUGH! COUGH!
