He Yan narrowed his eyes, his gaze sharp, his right hand tightly gripping a Golden Silk Black Great Saber.
Visible scorching white vapor coiled and surged from the blade.
The heat was so intense that even the surrounding air warped from the burning.
The cold, gloomy aura that had filled the hall was instantly weakened by more than half beneath the rolling heatwave.
"Just as I predicted."
He Yan stared fixedly at the darkness gradually gathering within the residence, his brow furrowing slightly. "Yin Energy from a Calamity-Level Eerie Entity!"
The moment his words fell, the temperature inside the residence plummeted to freezing.
In an instant, bone-piercing cold rushed toward him, swiftly passing through He Yan's flesh and reaching deep into his marrow.
In the blink of an eye, visible white ice crystals condensed from the air throughout the hall.
Within the dim hall, those ice crystals glimmered with a grim, icy light.
Countless blurry, eerie Black Shadows slowly gathered from every direction.
Amid the surging black mist, they gradually formed the shape of a hunched old man.
The old man was thin and gaunt, his face withered, his eyes deeply sunken, his skin pale as paper, like a thousand-year-old corpse that had crawled from a grave.
He wore a tattered long robe. Its hems stirred without wind, giving off a suffocatingly cold and sinister aura.
If Yan Chengping had not died, he would certainly have recognized this terrifying old man.
He was Feng Jin, the Feng Family Head who had long since been killed!
The hunched old man slowly raised his head. His hollow eyes stared directly at He Yan, and an eerie smile curled across his lips.
That utterly bizarre gaze made He Yan's scalp tingle.
Without the slightest hesitation, He Yan's eyes widened, and the Golden Silk