In the massive ancient hall, thick, ink-like black aura, exuding ominous and decadent auras, wriggled like living creatures, surging in from all sides, madly entangling, corroding, and engulfing the figures wrapped in robes inside the hall.
Some of those figures, entwined by the black aura, were writhing and twisting in pain, while others emitted silent howls filled with resentment and despair. Among them, a few were letting out a nauseating dark red glow from under their robes, seemingly of the same source as the black aura, as if actively embracing this pollution...
"Ugh!" Li Yan grunted as he abruptly opened his eyes.
His face turned slightly pale, with a sheen of cold sweat on his forehead. A gleam of cold light burst from his eyes as he enunciated each word:
"Five Immortals Hall!"
......
"Five Immortals Hall?!"
