"Run!"
A flicker of horror crossed Elder Kui Xing's face. He grabbed the youth beside him and shot backward.
The sight stunned many cultivators as well.
Every one of them ran for their lives, disappearing in a flash.
"My heavens!"
"Run!"
Fan Gu, Mo Fan, and the others turned pale and bolted at full speed when they saw it.
They had only just escaped and had not even caught their breath before another disaster struck.
Today's "surprises" came wave after wave, more terrifying than all the scares they had experienced before combined.
With the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade and Yin Energy soaring into the heavens, even Divine Bridge powerhouses would have to give it a wide berth.
Ghostly creatures often dwelled on the outskirts of supernatural zones. They came in countless varieties, were difficult to deal with, and humans and ghosts walked different paths, unable to understand one another. Killing ghosts rarely yielded anything useful, either.
Thus, cultivators generally did their utmost to avoid clashing with ghostly creatures.
The Hundred Ghosts Night Parade was also a formation of ghostly creatures, one that was exceedingly difficult to handle.
Similar phenomena included the passage of Yin soldiers, demons dancing in chaos, and resurrection from the nether soil.
Within the Yin Energy that shot into the sky, shadowy figures stretched as far as the eye could see—far more than a mere hundred.
Fortunately, these ghostly creatures showed no killing intent. They were merely hurrying along, advancing all the way westward.
"What's going on?"
"Are these ghosts planning to attack somewhere?"
"Is the Hundred Ghosts Night Parade a sign of supernatural revival?"
"..."
In the distance, the crowd that had gathered again to watch whispered among themselves, their hearts pounding in terror.
For many cultivators, treasure hunting in Black Wind Mountain was both an