The Power of Evil and a Difficult Choice
That evil aura surged from the fissure in the cliffside like a raging, inky wave, instantly plunging the entire valley into an eerie and terrifying atmosphere. Thick, tangible mist, carrying a piercing chill, bit by bit eroded everyone's spiritual energy defenses. From deep within the fog came bizarre, weeping-like yet furiously roaring screeches from time to time, as if countless grievances trapped in purgatory were struggling to break free, intending to drag the mortal world into endless darkness.
Among the Man in Black, panic spread rapidly like a plague. Some of the weaker-willed Man in Black had legs that began to tremble uncontrollably, and the weapons in their hands shook slightly with fright. Although the leader of the Man in Black tried his utmost to maintain composure, the beads of sweat the size of beans on his forehead betrayed his inner unease. He knew very well in his heart that this evil power was by no means something they could easily contend with; a single misstep, and everyone would perish here.
Chapter 173