Just as everyone was trapped in grief and unable to break free, someone shouted, "Look out!"
Li Qinghe, who had been watching Luo Yunji the whole time, suddenly rushed forward, wanting to pull him away. Her shout snapped everyone awake, and in horror, they saw a bloodstained gray arm protruding from Luo Yunji's back.
Luo Yunji immediately used spiritual power to shake everyone around him away, while he lowered his head to look at the young child in his arms.
But by then, the child had already turned into a gray "Strange Object." Those obsidian eyes without pupils were staring straight into Luo Yunji's. In those black eyes, there was nothing but murderous madness.
Luo Yunji summoned the Ghost Umbrella and sent the "Strange Object" in his arms flying with a Pick. A spray of fresh blood burst from his chest along with it.
If Luo Yunji had not been utterly exhausted, he would never have been caught off guard by a newly formed "Strange Object."
He forced down the blood surging up his throat, but a thread of bright red still slid from the corner of his mouth.
"State Preceptor!" The people panicked and tried to rush forward to check Luo Yunji's injuries. Some of them directly blocked themselves in front of him—one layer, two layers... In the span of a few breaths, several layers of human walls had shielded Luo Yunji behind them.
"Little Luo!" Wen Min and Li Qinghe hurriedly supported Luo Yunji, looking at him with faces full of worry.
"Fall back!" Luo Yunji looked at the human wall before him and barely suppressed the blood surging up his throat again. Those people in front of him were far too reckless. If they were contaminated by Gray Smoke again, would all of Luo Yunji's earlier efforts