The night was thick.
The screams that echoed in the air gradually diminished, until finally, the night became completely silent.
The cultivators who had originally surrounded the Glazed Glass Palace were all devoured by more than twenty ghost cultivators, leaving not a single fragment of bone behind.
Hidden within the weeds, Ye Chenfeng watched the terrifying-looking ghost cultivators around the Glazed Glass Palace. Honestly, he did not want to meddle. Moreover, these ghost cultivators were much less threatening than those in the Ancient City, so he wasn't very interested.
There was also someone feeding these ghost cultivators from the shadows, and raising so many at once suggested that the mastermind belonged to a not-so-weak Sect. If Ye Chenfeng acted, it would inevitably lead to trouble, so he was considering whether to make a move.
After all, these ghost cultivators devouring the cultivators here weren't doing so of their own volition. Their minds were entirely controlled.
