The soul calamity had finally descended upon the Immortal's Remnant Land.
Looking up at the dense black clouds roiling and surging through the sky, Qin Fengming actually felt as though he had entered the Yellow Springs Secret Realm of the ghost world.
The thick black clouds rolling and surging overhead were filled with extremely pure yin energy.
And within that red mist, he sensed an even more majestic presence of True Ghost Qi. Even when he had been in the Yellow Springs Secret Realm, he had never felt such an intense aura.
As he watched the red mist surge wildly in the distance, with waves of blood stench spreading through the air, ghostly souls and creatures revealed their forms and rushed rapidly in all directions. Qin Fengming finally felt how terrifying the soul calamity was.
Although the surging red mist greatly suppressed divine sense, he could still see several dozen miles into it.
At this moment, within the enormous rift in the yin mist, tens of thousands of ghostly souls and creatures shot out of the huge fissure like horses breaking free of their reins. They flew frantically in all directions, scrambling to be the first, as though some terrifying existence within the rift had driven them to flee for their lives.
Tens of thousands of ghostly souls and creatures continued pouring out of the fissure without end. The sheer shock of the scene was enough to make one's heart turn ice-cold.
Moreover, that exceedingly demonic red mist made the ghostly souls and creatures seem even more terrifying. Even Qin Fengming, who had seen much and experienced countless dangers, could not help feeling fear well up within him as the masses of ghostly souls and creatures surged forth, pouncing at him like waves from rivers and seas.
Faced with that