"Woo,~~~"
A faint, mournful sound suddenly came from the dense, pitch-black fog surrounding everyone. At first hearing it, the crowd tacitly halted their movements in perfect unison, releasing their divine senses to the fullest and sweeping their surroundings.
The mournful sound was extremely continuous, as if countless wolves had gathered in some distant place and were howling at the same time.
Following that mournful sound, the cold, gloomy fog around them seemed to have been infected as well, beginning to stir slowly. At first, it was exceedingly gentle, but it gradually became turbulent and surging.
At the same time, the mournful sounds around them grew increasingly distinct, and their volume continued to rise sharply.
With his eyes gleaming coldly, Qin Fengming released his divine sense at full speed. In an instant, it completely covered the area within twenty miles around him.
Sensing the gloomy fog surging incessantly in the distance, he could not help feeling a chill rise in his heart.
He had actually sensed a soul aura that struck fear into the heart from within that gloomy fog. This aura was incomparably vast and had definitely reached the late stage of the Ghost King realm.
I never expected that, just after entering the central region of the secret realm, we would encounter a Yin Soul Body at the late stage of the Ghost King realm. After a brief moment of thought, the gravity in Qin Fengming's expression grew even heavier.
Although Ghost Kings among the Yin Souls were equivalent to cultivators at the Ghost Lord realm, they could not be called cultivators. Though they possessed solid bodies, those bodies were formed from Yin Souls. Moreover, these Yin Souls had low intelligence, were cruel and bloodthirsty, and were especially greedy toward living beings from the outside world who trespassed here.