A deathly silence fell. When everyone looked at the Ghost Priest again, their gazes had turned quite hostile.
This made the smoke-like Ghost Priest tremble uncontrollably. In the midsummer heat, with Yang energy abundant all around, let alone the heroes present—even an elite soldier could inflict fatal injuries on it.
Zhang Yang, on the other hand, fell into deep thought. By the time he came back to himself, more than ten minutes had passed. The Ghost Priest was still trembling. It did not dare run—and it could not escape anyway.
"Village Chief, I—"
The Ghost Priest seemed to have seen its savior. It had been clever enough not to disturb Zhang Yang's thoughts just now.
"Shh!"
Zhang Yang raised one finger, signaling the Ghost Priest to keep quiet. Then he leisurely shifted into a new sitting position before saying, "Now, I ask and you answer. If you dare say one more useless word, I'll butcher you. Understand?"
"Understood!"
"Good. I want to know how Yin energy is formed."
"I—I don't know, Village Chief. Please don't kill me. I really don't know."
"Fine. Then tell me, what exactly is Yin energy like? Or rather, what specific characteristics does this Yin energy display to us?" Zhang Yang was in no hurry. Instead, he calmly coaxed it along.
"Cold. Extremely cold. Like mist covered in a layer of frost, very light, so light that the wind can blow it away. Then it gathers thread by thread into clusters, drifting through the air like clouds. Once it reaches that point, even strong winds can't disperse it."
"In the densest Yin Energy Clouds, Phantom Crystals will condense on their own. They fall like icy rain, then pursue any living thing with vital energy—whether human, monster, or flame. They spare nothing until the target becomes completely