Amidst the shrieks, the crowd that had been tightly packed together exploded outward in all directions, kicking up gore and flesh.
Yu Ci lowered his head to look. Within the crowd, at least seven or eight ghost cultivators had lost their minds, letting go and slaughtering wildly. Although ordinary cultivators possessed physical bodies and were theoretically at a greater advantage in combat, those ghost cultivators fought with utter disregard for their lives, thinking only of unleashing the maximum lethality. Moreover, they seemed to harbor an extreme craving for things like fresh blood. Seizing an injured and bleeding cultivator, they swarmed him in a manner more akin to tearing him apart to devour him, almost like raving demons.
Even without knowing what malady had afflicted them, Ge Fu and the others absolutely would not allow the chaos to spread. Miaoxiang was just about to strike when a bolt of Primordial Magnetic Divine Thunder crashed down straight at her head.
She could only parry backward. When she turned her head to look, she saw ghostly shadows fluttering on all sides, with an unknown number of Yin entities surging in. Due to their excessive density, they had even lost their original forms, transforming into fierce Yin baleful qi. When a tide of them struck, it was accompanied by the wailing of ten thousand ghosts, shaking people's hearts and souls.
Seeing this situation, Miaoxiang instinctively thought of the Ghost Pool. The situation inside the Ghost Pool was quite similar to this, and the source of the Primordial Magnetic Divine Thunder was right within this gloomy tide.
At this moment, Gao Ji suddenly let out a low roar, "Feng Ting?"
Everyone shifted their gaze, only to see that from another direction, figures were also treading upon the Yin ghost tide and closing in from a