After about the time it took two sticks of incense to burn, Zhang Xiaofan appeared in everyone's line of sight with a panicked look on his face, carrying He Dazhi on his back.
"What happened?" Zheng Dali ran over in alarm, helped He Dazhi down from Zhang Xiaofan's back, found a flat spot, and laid him down.
"Fourth Senior Brother seems to have been possessed by a yin spirit!" Zhang Xiaofan looked in panic at He Dazhi lying on the ground, his face a grayish green.
"What's going on?" Sixth Senior Brother and Fifth Senior Brother hurriedly crouched beside him to examine He Dazhi's body, asking in a flustered tone as they did.
"I... I'm not sure either." Zhang Xiaofan thought for a moment, then organized his words and told everyone what had happened after they descended into the Death Spirit Abyss.
It turned out that after Zhang Xiaofan and He Dazhi descended into the depths of the Death Spirit Abyss, they did indeed see the swarm of yin spirits that had yet to disperse.
Those yin spirits truly could not approach the dark cyan light emitted by the Fire Poker. He Dazhi saw a yin spirit come near him, and at the same time, he felt that bone-piercing chill Zhang Xiaofan had spoken of.
When he reached through the cyan light to grab the yin spirit, the spirit saw a living person's arm reaching toward it and rammed into it without the slightest hesitation, directly sinking into his arm.
He Dazhi suddenly trembled all over, then went still and lost consciousness. If Zhang Xiaofan had not been alert and, after realizing something was wrong, hurriedly grabbed and supported He Dazhi to steady him, then right now they would only have been able to go to the bottom of the