"What's going on?"
"A riot of spirits?!"
Everyone's faces changed color, even the usually calm Demon Sect leader showed a heavy expression.
The surrounding Yin Qi suddenly gathered like a storm, becoming extremely intense, the air turned so gloomy it seemed like water could drip from it, with a coldness that seeped into the bones.
The elderly man in a black robe looked up at the sky.
The sky was gray, permeated with Yin Qi, and devoid of anything.
But he could foresee that there were incredible changes happening.
The elderly man in a black robe turned his head to Mo Hua, his pupils involuntarily trembling.
Although he didn't understand what was happening, it was clear that the spirit disturbance in the Taoist Field was attracted by this kid's Divine Sense.
"What in the world is happening..."
The Yin wind surged with an immense sense of oppression, gathering above their heads, then stagnating, continuously swirling above.
