"Is this a Yin Spirit?"
Ye Qingchen squinted his eyes.
The so-called Yin Spirit is essentially a malicious ghost. They are formed by the lingering souls of cultivators, retaining fragmented memories from their lives, making them even more troublesome than Walking Corpses.
And with such a vast number, one can only imagine how many Tomb Explorers have perished here.
"Mr. Ye, we should retreat quickly... Once surrounded by these Yin Spirits, we'll be in grave danger, even if we survive!" Yao Qing spoke tremblingly, recognizing some of her fallen comrades among the Yin Spirits.
Roar!
Before she finished speaking, the Yin Spirits already launched a rapid assault.
To them, the flesh and blood of the living are invaluable supplements. Especially Ye Qingchen's body, refined by the Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique, appeared to them as Heavenly and Earthly Treasures.
"Eight Gates Water Array!"
