Terror in Ghost Wind Gorge

At the southern foothills of the Black Baleful Mountains, Ghost Wind Gorge.

It truly lived up to its name.

The moment they entered the gorge, a bone-piercing chill rushed at them, as though it could pass through their Protective Qi and seep directly into their marrow.

On either side of the gorge stood pitch-black cliff walls, sheer as if carved by blades and axes, soaring more than a thousand fathoms high. Looking up, they could see only a sliver of gray sky.

The gorge floor was littered with jagged rocks and covered in a thick layer of ghastly white bone dust, accumulated over who knew how many years. Their footsteps made no sound upon it, lending the place an even stranger, deathly silence.

"Wooo—wooo—"

The wind was the only melody here.

It was no ordinary current of air. Pale gray and visible to the naked eye, it swirled along the ground and cliff faces, shrieking like the cries of countless wronged souls.

This was Yin Soul Wind. It could erode true essence, wear away one's vitality and blood, and even subtly affect the soul. Those exposed to it for too long would gradually weaken, eventually becoming part of this field of white bones.

"Everyone, guard your minds. Use true essence to protect yourselves. Stay close behind me, and do not touch the cliff walls on either side!" Lu Chen ordered in a low voice as he walked at the very front of the group.

A faint violet-gold radiance naturally circulated around him. The Nine Nether Baleful Qi Source contained within his Dragon Thunder Baleful Force had achieved a delicate balance with the supremely yang lightning, reducing the Yin Soul Wind's effects on him to a minimum.

Whenever that frigid energy drew near, a small portion of it was quietly assimilated