The setting sun bled like fresh blood, stretching the figures of the group into long shadows. Dragging their battered and bruised bodies, they stepped slowly into Reincarnation Valley under Xuance's guidance. The stone tablet at the valley entrance was covered in moss, and the primitive characters carved upon it cast a faint glow in the twilight, as if warning intruders of the doom awaiting them. Lin Feng gripped the Ghost Prison Demon Dragon Blade tightly, feeling a faint tremor ripple through the blade, as though it sensed the hidden peril ahead.
"Careful! The energy here is wrong." Xuance suddenly lowered his voice, his compass spinning wildly. "There are fluctuations of imbalance between yin and yang in the air, like some ancient restriction has been triggered." Before his voice faded, the ground cracked open in a spiderweb pattern, and dark red mist billowed from beneath the earth, carrying a heavy, rotting stench. Su Yao's Ice-Polar Shadowless Sword automatically lit up with a blue glow, but it appeared exceptionally weak amidst the mist.
A piercing screech shattered the silence, and countless translucent souls emerged from the mist. These souls varied in form; some retained their broken mortal remains, while others were reduced to twisted silhouettes. Their eyes gleamed with an eerie green light, and opening their pitch-black mouths, they let out miserable shrieks, surging toward the group like a tidal wave. Nángōng Qiàn'ér lashed out with the Purple Fire Blood Shado…
Chapter 255