High above the mist, the Great Fiend Eye stretched across the sky.
Ghostly shadows filled the path ahead, and their howls rang out without end.
An intense aura of death and the oppressive force of negative emotions swept toward us.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
These were Misty Ghosts.
I remembered the first time I had come here with Master. Those Misty Ghosts had swayed rhythmically from side to side.
They fed on emotions and were among the most wicked of evil ghosts.
Only emotional evil ghosts formed after a century of being battered by Feng Shui and rain, enduring immense pain, could possibly become Misty Ghosts.
And one step beyond Misty Ghosts were the Nightmare Ghosts that terrified the world.
Back then, Grandmaster had even composed a short poem for this kind of ghost:
As night falls, the mist grows thick, with shadowy spirits drifting all around. Sitting alone in empty mountains, listening to wind and rain, One wonders if ghosts haunt the dream.
Seeing so many Misty Ghosts charging toward us, I prepared for battle.
At the same time, I quickly woke Mao Jing, Zhang Yuchen, and the others. Feng Shuang and the other Confidentiality Unit members also emerged from the passage.
"Wake up, wake up..."
I called out to everyone, and they quickly came to.
But quite a few Confidentiality Unit members were young and not highly skilled.
After entering the Misty Ghost Domain, they had fallen into a prolonged state of confusion and could not wake up right away.
After all, this was the "world" of the Misty Ghosts.
Yet those who had awakened were all stunned when they saw the enormous, indescribable Great Fiend Eye in the misty sky, as well as the countless ghostly shadows rushing out of the fog.
"Th-that, what is