The surrounding air had grown heavy, with every second feeling as though an invisible gravity was pressing down so hard it made it difficult to breathe. Chen Haotian, Su Wanqing, and Zhou Tiance stood in place, their gazes fixed with stern solemnity on the group of Black-robed Men slowly closing in. Those Black-robed Men made no sound whatsoever; only wisps of grayish-white aura drifted out from their bodies, permeating the surrounding air and sending an involuntary chill straight through the heart.
"These people... are no simple foes." Su Wanqing gripped the sword in her hand tightly, her brow furrowing slightly. Her intuition told her that the strength of these Black-robed Men far exceeded that of ordinary people, bringing a sense of intense oppression even to her.
"It seems they are not ordinary spirits," Chen Haotian whispered, his eyes sweeping across the group of Black-robed Men. "Their aura is unusually decayed. They must be spirits manipulated by some formidable power. We cannot lower our guard."
Chapter 191