The bone-piercing yin wind swept across the desolate, deathly still land like roaring beasts, charging wildly in every direction. Wherever it passed, dust was flung high into the air, filling the entire space.
The chilling screams of the undead intertwined and echoed, like an endless symphony of death. Darkness seemed to have swallowed every trace of life.
Jiang Ping An stood shoulder to shoulder with Demon Illusion Fairy. Their bodies were slightly tensed, their eyes vigilantly sweeping their surroundings.
They moved with extreme care, remaining alert with every step, afraid of colliding directly with those wandering undead and triggering terrifying consequences beyond prediction.
As they ventured deeper into the Grave of the Dead, the undead they encountered became increasingly solid and powerful. Dense yin energy coiled around them, and they were nearly taking physical form, radiating an aura that sent chills down one's spine.
After traveling for roughly half an hour, a muffled rumble suddenly drifted faintly from the relatively quiet area ahead. The baleful yin energy nearby began to churn violently.
"Battle fluctuations!"
Jiang Ping An and Demon Illusion Fairy shuddered at the same time. They instinctively exchanged glances, and each clearly saw profound shock in the other's eyes.
They could keenly sense two powerful auras clashing fiercely ahead. The sheer intensity of those auras made their hearts beat faster involuntarily.
How could there be battle fluctuations here?
Demon Illusion Fairy anxiously asked Jiang Ping An through voice transmission, "Are there other people inside this Grave of the Dead?"
Her voice trembled faintly. Clearly, the sudden situation had frightened her badly.
Jiang Ping An's brows drew tightly together. After remaining silent for quite some time, he slowly said, "Perhaps they aren't people."
His voice was low and grave, carrying an indescribable concern.
"Could it be... conscious undead have appeared?