Everyone felt the weather suddenly turn cold. Some couldn't help rubbing their hands together and looking up at the sky. The sun was still shining brightly; it shouldn't have been this cold at this time of year, should it?
Before they could look away, dark clouds suddenly blotted out the sun, and shadows began darting around them. They all lowered their heads to look—and saw countless Yin Spirits and Vengeful Spirits passing by.
"Why are there Yin Spirits here? Aren't those things only found in Death Spirit Abyss?" one cultivator cried in alarm, dodging the shadows and shouting for help.
Yuyangzi felt the temperature around him gradually drop. The chill cooled his temper in an instant. He looked around and saw that his disciples had already retreated fifteen feet from him. He alone was surrounded by pitch-black Yin Spirits and Vengeful Spirits.
"Looking at this, that brat seems more like the evil demon," Ghost King said to the people from Big Bamboo Peak beside him, watching the strange scene below.
"Yeah!" Wu Dayi nodded.
Qinglong stared at the scene, dumbfounded. "He just admitted it! No wonder he's a man who survived on Mount Huqi!"
Lin Jingyu, standing nearby, was already frightened by the shadows below. "Th-this is..."
Ghost King wasn't wrong. No matter how you looked at it, Luo Yunji seemed to be the one on the side of the evil demons.
"What are you getting worked up for? Those are the Yin Spirits and Vengeful Spirits that the rascal rescued. It's fine!" Tian Linger steadied Lin Jingyu, whose legs were trembling, and explained.
In the distance, Xiao Yicai, Faxiang, and Li Xun led the disciples of the three sects as they watched the scene unfold, each lost in their own thoughts.
Li Xun was about to make a sarcastic