"Brother Ghost King-"
As they exchanged heartfelt farewells, Xing Yan faced the blue-black sea and was about to wade into the waves when, for some reason, an odd feeling stirred in his heart. He turned to ask the Ghost King and Ghost Mother:
"Does the dark canopy of Ghostside really weaken here, with yin energy dispersing and yang energy surging?"
"Hm?"
At Xing Yan's question, Xiao Mang and Yingluo exchanged glances, a sudden warning stirring in their hearts. Catching the trailing strand of a breeze from afar and sniffing it, Xiao Mang sensed almost at the same moment as Yingluo that a strange scent had entered the shifting currents around them.
"This is..."
While the Ghost King and his sister stared at one another, the bright daylight around them suddenly dimmed. The snowy breakers and misty waves that had washed over the black coastal rocks fell quiet. For a moment, their surroundings seemed to have passed from dusk into night, becoming utterly still. Standing on the shore and gazing into the distance, Xing Yan saw clouds flying wildly across the sea and sky, as though a vast dark cloud were hurtling toward them.
"Hm?"
Sensing a trace of panic in that swiftly moving cloud, Xing Yan was rather surprised. Strange. This is deep in Ghostside's rear. Why does that ghost cloud seem to be fleeing here?
Strange. This is deep in Ghostside's rear. Why does that ghost cloud seem to be fleeing here?
Before he had finished the thought, the panicked ghost cloud had drifted close. In barely the blink of an eye, the peaceful sea before Xing Yan was thick with black clouds. Countless ghostly figures raced and danced wildly, their silhouettes looming throughout the darkness in a terrifying spectacle. Of course, Xing Yan was now on the same