The bizarre scene continued.
Beneath the old grave, which clearly held no one-not even a single ghost-not only did the hair of an old beast sprout, but low growls mingled with anger and fear also rang out.
An evil power that was neither Yin Qi, Baleful Qi, nor Spiritual Qi covered the grave.
Jiang Chen's emaciated body hung there, his pupils now a deep, inky green, uncanny and fathomless, making others afraid to meet his gaze. Though the Stone Sculpture clearly had him suspended there, in the eyes of the three onlookers, he seemed like a monarch seated atop this Half-Red Grave.
"Heh... hehehe..."
Jiang Chen bared his teeth and laughed. The sound sent chills through the Ghost Cultivator, the Evil Self, and the Legendary Weird Object present!
Even the mist suddenly stirred, as though something that had been watching this place had chosen to flee.
"Running?"
Jiang Chen abruptly raised his lowered head, giving all three a fright. With a slight wave of his hand, the Yin God Hammer rose into the air and shot into the mist.
As it flew, the River Earl slowly revealed his form and seized the hammer's handle.
Before long, terrifying sounds of battle came from the nearby mist. Vast swaths of white fog were stained black, and dense Power of Misfortune spread wildly within a small area.
"That's..." The Evil Self turned to look and froze for a moment.
"It's that thing?!" Uncle Wei seemed to recall something, a trace of deep apprehension showing in his eyes.
This was the thing that had trapped him.
Five days ago, even after using every means at his disposal, he had been unable to escape it.
What shocked him was that Jiang Chen, gravely injured and on the verge of death, had subdued that evil thing