The next moment, they witnessed a terrifying scene they would never forget for the rest of their lives.
All around them, the thick gray-black mist began to churn and gather wildly.
Pairs of scarlet eyes opened within the mist.
Then, one vague and distorted figure after another condensed into existence out of thin air.
These figures took all kinds of forms. Some resembled humans, while others looked like demon beasts.
But without exception, they all radiated monstrous resentment and killing intent.
They were ghost shadows—ominous creatures born from the fusion of the obsessions of the Gods and Devils who had fallen on this battlefield with the deathly aura of this place.
They possessed no intelligence, retaining only the most primitive instincts of devouring and slaughter.
"G-Ghosts... ghosts!"
A young cultivator was so terrified that his heart and gall nearly burst. He turned and tried to flee.
However, a ghost shadow that had just finished taking shape, with an aura roughly at the Human God Realm, instantly transformed into a plume of black smoke and pounced.
"Ah!"
The scream lasted only half a cry before abruptly cutting off.
The cultivator's Body Protection Divine Light was pierced through as easily as paper.
His physical body withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
His vital essence, spirit, and energy were completely devoured by the ghost shadow in the span of a single breath.
In the end, even his Divine Soul was transformed into part of the ghost shadow, causing its aura to grow stronger by a fraction.
This sight completely detonated the terror in everyone's hearts.
"Kill!"
"Fight them to the death!"
After a brief dead silence, the instinct to survive overwhelmed their fear.
Countless divine lights shot into the sky, while all kinds of divine artifacts and divine abilities—
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