But out here in these desolate mountains, and in the Southern Wilderness at that, who would dare offend Mingyou Valley? Could it have been an illusion?
"Old Zhang, did you hear something just now?" a man as thin as a bamboo pole asked his companion with a frown.
Before the man beside him could reply, another voice sounded in the distance.
"Mingyou Valley-you'll die horrible deaths-every last one of you-die-heh heh heh-" The voice was shrill and mournful, making their hair stand on end. Even the Fourth Elder, whose strength had already reached Xiantian, felt a chill in his heart.
Hearing such a voice suddenly ring out in these remote mountains sent everyone's hearts into their throats.
"Who's playing these ghostly tricks?" Ming Ge's voice thundered, rolling out in every direction.
A long moment passed without another sound.
"Ming Ji, take a few people and have a look," Ming Ge ordered.
The man in blue robes wasted no time. With a wave of his hand, he led over a dozen people north.
If they had heard correctly, the voice had come from that direction.
"Who's there? Who is it?" After searching with his men for quite some time, Ming Ji still found no trace of anyone and could not help frowning.
They searched like this for an hour but still found nothing, leaving him no choice but to lead his men back.
"Fourth Elder, we found nothing unusual." After returning, Ming Ji shook his head helplessly.
"Perhaps someone's playing a prank. If I catch them, I won't let them off lightly!" The Fourth Elder snorted coldly, then had everyone leave.
"Those who just came over-die first-the rest of you-die later-"
Zi Yun's thin, mournful voice reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.
Though all of them possessed profound strength, at that