"Brother, do you think the sky is about to collapse? Look at the heavens. %d7%cf%d3%c4%b8%f3" Wang Yan pointed at the sky. Golden lightning flashed in waves across the pitch-black heavens, and then a golden raindrop as large as a bean suddenly fell with a smack, striking me in the face.
While I was still stunned, the sky suddenly opened up and poured. A gloomy wind began to howl as well. I shivered from the cold and looked toward the group of ghosts, who still surrounded me without leaving.
I still had the ghost mask on me, but now was not the time to use it. I needed to see the strength of the native ghosts here, and incidentally find out how many ghosts from the Deep Sea Ghost Clan and the Ghost Immortal Sect remained.
After the earthquake continued for a while, it finally stopped. All the ghosts, who had been restless, grew quiet again and shifted their gazes toward me. The white-clothed fierce ghost standing atop the open flames still glared at me without blinking. He should have belonged to the native ghost clan—or perhaps he was its leader, or something of the sort.
Another force suddenly appeared in the forest. I was very familiar with it: the Deep Sea Ghost Clan led by Jian Long, and the Ghost Immortal Sect led by Mei Hongyu.
The two forces had already joined together, numbering a little over two hundred. They stood on one side of the forest.
Among the corpses, Zhou Wenxuan's deeply sunken, skull-like eyes still gleamed with vicious light, but she had lost her position as leader and blended into a group of corpses that appeared to be dressed like people who had once lived in the Living Formation and eventually died there.
Although the Deep Sea Ghost