The sky seemed to be pressing down on their heads, making everyone feel a tightness in their chests. They were irritable, and their brains throbbed faintly with pain.
This was terrifying.
These were some of the symptoms of oxygen deprivation.
That Yin Energy Cloud was no ordinary cloud. Once it condensed enough, it could even cut off the air.
At that moment, the entire village seemed to have been covered by a huge iron wok. Only a small amount of air could circulate in, while the village, chilled by the low temperature, had no choice but to light countless bonfires. This only made the lack of oxygen worse.
This was the truth behind villages being wiped out by vicious ghosts and phantoms every winter.
At least, it was part of the truth. After all, not just any village could encounter the Ghost Lady. (Author's Note: I wrote this wrong in the previous chapter. It was the Ghost Lady, who was just about to advance. If it had been the Ghost Queen, there would have been no need to fight. They could have just surrendered.)
And all their hope lay with Zhang Yang. Although today's battle had erupted far too early and too suddenly, he still had tremendous confidence.
There was no other reason than this: he had prepared far too thoroughly.
"Where is the Mountain God?"
When Zhang Yang made a hand signal, Wu Yuan immediately roared.
In an instant, the Mountain God appeared.
"This minor god is here."
"Summon Wind!"
"At your command!"
A violent wind whipped up, tearing at one corner of the Yin Energy Cloud.
A level-5 Mountain God was still weak, but if he had a full 20 units of magic power to unleash recklessly, then everything would be completely different.
That was right. The Mountain