As Wang Lengbo's low shout rang out, a blood-red mist crept along the farthest edges of the sky above Teli Villa, casting its glow into the cold, bloodlike night.
An eerie wind howled past like a beast throwing back its head to roar at the moon, making the surrounding trees tremble.
In that instant, the darkness around Teli Villa grew unbearably thick, like cold, black blood seeping from a rotting corpse and winding across heaven and earth.
The light dimmed like resentful tears at the corners of a woman's eyes. Darkness blurred the edges of the elegant buildings until, from a distance, they resembled mangled faces.
Everything was damp. The surfaces of the trees and soil seemed to begin festering, and a suffocating smell filled the air.
Inside the room, four spectral figures materialized out of thin air, hovering to the east, south, west, and north of Jun Wangchen.
Each figure held a gleaming staff in its left hand and a folding fan in its right. Accompanied by zither music with a strange rhythm, they danced in midair.
The music quickened, their steps grew faster, and their staffs whirled with increasing urgency.
The circle formed by the four figures gradually shrank, and the pressure steadily mounted, like a woven net being drawn tight.
Notably, once the four spectral figures appeared, the temperature in the room rose sharply, making it feel like an oven.
"The Ziwu Yin-Yang Formation?" Jun Wangchen narrowed his eyes, somewhat surprised.
Only a High-Level Ghost Tamer could deploy this formation. Its core consisted of four contracted Hellfire Demons, which created a prisonlike binding force that gradually devoured anyone trapped within.
He had not expected Wang Lengbo to be a High-Level Ghost Tamer. The man was certainly not to be underestimated.
"You know your stuff!" Wang Lengbo maintained