These pitch-black objects gathered together, forming waves of black mist.
The mere sound of those mournful voices was enough to send chills down one's spine.
If one's mind wasn't steadfast, they might collapse before these evil objects.
"Ah! What is that! So terrifying!"
"A ghost!"
"What should we do!"
...
Many Qingyun disciples became flustered.
They had always cultivated within the Qingyun Sect.
How could they have ever encountered such monstrous evil objects?
As the sinister sounds began to spread, their hearts and souls had already become unstable.
"Everyone, do not panic!"
Liu Hong spoke out, "Yun Hai, you and Qingxiao should protect the junior disciples together!"
"Yes!"
The five Qingyun Spirit Warriors, led by Yun Hai, nodded in unison.
"Everyone, gather onto the platform!"
Upon hearing Liu Hong's words, all the disciples immediately ran over.
However, there were some disciples itching to give it a try.
