Crisis

"Ye Lin, do you feel like something is wrong with our surroundings?"

As they walked, Toutian suddenly snapped back to reality and asked Ye Lin.

The next moment, his expression stiffened.

Without them realizing it, they had been surrounded; the area was packed with various translucent figures.

There were members of the Demon Race, Human Race, Stone Clan, Shadow Clan, and Asura Clan.

In short, the spirits or ghosts of every major race were present here.

At this moment, these ghosts were staring at the two of them with ferocious expressions, and in the distance, a Spirit Transformation realm ghost was glaring fixedly at Ye Lin and Toutian.

This Spirit Transformation realm ghost was from the Demon Race.

"Humans? This is the territory of the Demon Race. How did you humans sneak in? Report truthfully, or I shall make you taste the most agonizing torture in this world."

This Demon Race True Person looked at Ye Lin and Toutian, his tone chilling.

Hearing this, Toutian was filled with shock, looking at the figure in the sky in disbelief.

"How is this possible? Aside from True Lords of the Dao Integration realm whose spirits are protected by Dao rhymes after death, allowing them to maintain their sanity, how could you possibly still be rational?"

Toutian asked aloud.

Any ghost that entered the Dark Forest below the Golden Core realm would instantly turn into a mindless spirit, knowing only how to kill and forgetting everything from their past lives.

Golden Core cultivators could last for three days, Nascent Soul cultivators for one year, Spirit Transformation cultivators for ten years, while Dao Integration True Lords had no time limit.

This was exactly why Toutian was so shocked. Although the Dark Forest was constantly absorbing newly deceased spirits, the Demon Race, in order to