Sure enough, everyone saw that figure, like a monster lurking in the fog.
"Could that really be a ghost?" Ye Zhilan could not help saying at this moment.
"So what if it is a ghost? We martial artists cultivate the supreme heavens and earth; no ghosts or gods amount to anything!" Yan Feiyang said dismissively. "If ghosts and gods truly exist and dare to appear, they are walking straight into death!"
Yet this was not the only figure. Before long, countless other ghostly shadows gradually began appearing across the entire river.
Terrifying auras rose straight into the sky from these ghostly shadows. Even the weakest among them were likely no weaker than Dharma Idol Realm Ninth Heaven.
Once the ghostly shadows revealed their strength, everyone visibly breathed a sigh of relief. No matter how powerful these revealed ghostly shadows were, at least they were something everyone could measure.
What was known was not frightening. What was truly frightening was the terror of the unknown, which could utterly swallow a person whole.
These ghostly shadows soon began darting across the river's surface, walking on water as though it were level ground. Though they could not fly, being able to run through this river of blood was already beyond everyone's expectations.
"They're about to board the ship! Everyone, be careful!" How could they still fail to understand that these ghostly shadows were coming for them? A single glance revealed several hundred phantoms, nearly matching their own numbers. Yet the crucial point was that even the weakest of these ghostly shadows were at Dharma Idol Realm Ninth Heaven, while the weakest among the martial artists were only at Dharma Idol Realm Seventh Heaven. Moreover, they came from different races and factions; it was impossible for them to cooperate with one heart and soul.