Qiu Yun was also fast. At the moment when Ye Fengsheng's voice fell, eight spiritual iron nails were rapidly struck, directly piercing Shen Zhe's body. This nail had already penetrated his brain, leaving no time to react.
Shen Zhe's body involuntarily fell backward, buried under the eight colorful nails. At the moment of contact with the cement fragments there, it seemed to fall into the mud, splashing countless sticky gray gases.
"Gulp..."
Shen Zhe's body was completely swallowed by the gray gas with a strange sound, slowly sinking into the ground. This feeling was like a person in a deep swamp, being devoured by creatures living there!
Stepping forward to protect Qiu Yun, who stood behind him, Ye Feng's voice was silent for a long time as he watched the boiling gray gas. Finally, he spat out two heavy words:
"Ghost cultivate!"
This gray energy was not spiritual, but rather the resentment of people who had died thousands of years ago gathering on the ground.
