Outside Pingyang City, the clash of battle cries shook the heavens.
But the central district was utterly silent.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The fierce sha aura here was so dense it flowed like liquid. Jiang Yan and the others could almost believe they weren't inside a city at all, but down at the bottom of a lake.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!
Then, clumps of fierce sha seemed to come alive, turning into sharp tentacles that coiled toward them.
At the tips of the tentacles, razor-sharp mouths sprouted.
Rumble!
At that moment, Xiao Qingxue stepped forward. Azure lightning burst from beneath her feet, instantly shredding the countless tentacles.
It had to be said: even after entering this ghost city, where everyone's strength was suppressed, Xiao Qingxue, who cultivated a thunder-attribute technique, was still in her element. Fierce sha like this was a natural target for her, and she dispatched it with ease.
Wail!
As they pressed on, passing a stone forest, a mournful sob suddenly came from straight ahead.
A white figure stood there, its back to them.
Its head hung low, its shoulders slumped. It seemed to have suffered some tremendous grief and was weeping aloud.
Its cries carried an indescribable emotion, one that stirred despair and a desire for self-destruction. Even the few people present, all of them firm-willed, couldn't help but feel their spirits sink.
"Everyone, you've finally arrived. I've been waiting for you for a long time..."
The white shadow turned lightly and slowly raised its head. Its features were smooth as a mirror, with no face at all.
Then, in the next instant, faces began appearing densely across the faceless figure's head, like images flickering past on a lantern. There were old people and children, men and women—a whole variety of faces.