The Yin Wind Tide had just receded.
As the cloud banks in the Sky Dome dispersed and thinned, the light of the Nether Moon could finally pierce through gaps in the clouds and spill over the bleak, frigid earth.
Below the rocky hill, the former Spirit Field had long been sealed beneath solid ice, its mirror-smooth surface reflecting the cold moonlight.
Several blood-red beads the size of longans lay scattered across it, exceptionally conspicuous!
In the span of only a few moments, white specters began appearing around the Spirit Field.
These evil spirits, which Wang Chen had named "White Specters," had been carried into the Tuo Domain by the Yin Wind Tide. They possessed considerable intelligence and organizational ability, and had once besieged the Guard Station.
But after the White Specters involved in that attack had all been swept up in one net by Wang Chen, the others seemed to realize that Wujiuwu Guard Station was not to be trifled with and never appeared again.
Yet today, with the Yin Wind Tide's retreat, they had returned in force.
Their numbers far surpassed those from before.
Hundreds of evil spirits were like flies that had caught the scent of blood, like jackals eyeing a rotting corpse. Greedy flames danced in their eye sockets as they surged in from all directions.
These White Specters were targeting the blood beads scattered across the Spirit Field.
Every blood bead gave off pure, dense Life Essence and contained the mysterious aura unique to cultivators. Mixed together, the two exerted an incomparably enormous temptation on evil spirits.
Thus, they all fell into a frenzy and pounced forward at top speed.
Because there were far too many White Specters drawn here and only a few blood beads, a fierce internal struggle immediately erupted among them.
The evil