Yang Chen and the others silently crossed the towering city wall like six wisps of pale smoke.
Below, demonic creatures patrolled: giants with bluish-black skin as tall as small buildings, clutching enormous hammers.
There were also demons with wild boar heads, as well as spiders the size of carriages.
Even more ghost soldiers marched in ranks by the thousands, guarding the city gate so tightly that not even water could seep through.
A mist seemed to have risen within the city, hazy and indistinct, obscuring everything from view.
It was like a city buried in fog, except the fog was a sinister black mist thick with yin energy.
Fortunately, all six of them were in the Dao Embryo Realm, making them difficult for these demons to detect.
Feeling the chill spreading from her arm, Lü Qingyu furrowed her brow. Cultivators could sense heat and cold, but once they circulated their mana around their bodies, they should have been impervious to water and fire.
Yet now, a layer of frost had appeared on her arm, carrying a thread of icy cold.
Xiao Wan'er asked as well, "Was it like this when you came last time?"
Yang Chen swept his solemn gaze across the rolling black mist and slowly shook his head. "When we came last time, the city's yin energy was sinister, but nowhere near this severe."
"It seems we must be more careful."
Still, this sort of sinister yin energy was not enough to pose a threat to six Dao Embryo Realm cultivators.
The six crossed the wall and moved lightly along the eaves, their footsteps soft upon the rooftops.
They chose not to ride magical treasures, lest they alert the demons.
Qin Shixiu of Flying Peak, one of the six, possessed Dharma Eyes. Divine light flashed from them like