The instant the "false god" hidden among them made a sound that could be perceived, fear surged from deep within them.
The wooden door they had offended creaked open. It moved so fast that it slammed against the wall, then swung back a little, revealing the deep darkness within.
Yu Xing's danger sense blared an alarm. Without a second thought, he retreated quickly, taking Ghost Wine with him. A muddy hand reached out of the darkness, poised to drag him into the temple. Fortunately, Yu Xing dodged in time. The hand barely brushed his clothes before it withdrew, having missed its target.
"What the hell was that?" Nie Lang saw a full measure of filthy ghost energy in the muddy hand. His reason, already teetering on the brink, was about to give way. His gaze turned fierce, and his back arched as the instinct of a beast facing a threat took over. A low growl rumbled in his throat.
The instant the door opened, Song Xue felt the mental contamination from the three rings surge. She immediately grabbed Nie Lang by the belt, skillfully adjusted his mental state, then raised her voice to warn the others: "Whatever you do, don't let yourselves get scared!"
Faint laughter and weeping rustled from inside the temple, barely there yet echoing over and over, adding another layer to the terror hanging over the ruins.
The sea demon clenched her fists, reminding herself that what she saw was nothing but an ordinary scene and there was no need to make a fuss. But the scales on her tail had lifted slightly, betraying her feelings.
In the corner of her eye, a pale, bloated face seemed to have appeared in a crack between the broken walls not far away, as if it had been soaked in