At that moment, they all looked up at the sky in unspoken accord. The originally dim horizon suddenly erupted with an incomparably bizarre soul aura!
That aura seemed to rise from beneath the Nine Netherworlds, carrying endless darkness and evil.
Immediately afterward, dense black clouds and mist, suffocatingly thick, came rolling in like surging tides, swiftly blanketing the entire sky.
At the same time, deafening thunderous roars rang out, and a terrifying tornado abruptly took shape.
It spun at an astonishing speed, expanding and growing without pause. In merely the blink of an eye, it had already risen to a colossal height of over a hundred meters!
The howling gale swept up Flying Sand and Stones, leaving nothing but devastation in its wake.
Yet something even more terrifying happened—in that ink-black tornado, an incomparably gigantic Human Face gradually emerged.
The face was savage and twisted, brimming with resentment and killing intent, enough to make one's scalp tingle. From its mouth came eerie, terrifying laughter from time to time:
"Hahahaha..."
The sound was like the cry of a night owl, like the shriek of vicious ghosts—like a demon that had fled from the depths of boundless hell, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws as it pounced upon them, vowing to devour every last one of them!
At this very moment, Bai Ze and the others looked closely and recognized what stood before them at once.
This was clearly a soul existence that had lost its body and completely fallen into the demonic path.
One had to know that within the vast, mysterious boundless universe, there truly were certain races that existed in pure soul form.
Yet as they stared at the enormous Human Face overflowing with evil aura, they understood perfectly well that it was absolutely not a soul body