The morning bells echoed, and the mountains roared. On the outer plaza of the White Cloud Sect, spiritual light surged, and a myriad of colorful clouds illuminated the sky. The plaza was exceptionally lively today, with disciples from all directions converging like a tide, densely packed with people. Their auras intertwined like waves, forming a magnificent and overwhelming force that pressed down on heaven and earth.
Elder Wang Lin, holding a token, stood solemnly on the high platform, with the sect flag of the White Cloud Sect behind him fluttering in the fierce wind, like a giant dragon dancing under the sky.
"All outer disciples, listen to my command!" Wang Lin's voice boomed like thunder, shaking the heavens and earth, even scattering the white clouds on the mountaintop.
Instantly, all the disciples responded in unison, their voices like a mountain roar and a tsunami, "Disciples are here!"
Qin Yu stood side by side with Yang Zheng and Zhao Xinyu, their figures blending into the vast torrent of disciples. However, the auras surrounding the three of them were independent, like three sharp sword lights, attracting particular attention.
Wang Lin's gaze slowly swept over the disciples below, a barely perceptible hint of solemnity in his eyes. "This summons is not an ordinary martial arts exercise. Recently, our sect has discovered several abnormal fluctuations and chaotic Spiritual Qi energy within the outer sect's territory, suggesting the infiltration of an unknown force. As the number one sect on the Great Yan Continent, our White Cloud Sect has an unshirkable responsibility to protect the peace of the world. From now on, you disciples will be dispatched in batches to carry out patrol and guard duties."
As soon as he finished speaking, a murmur of discussion arose in the square.
"Are outer disciples also required to investigate the anomaly?"
"Could it be... that demons or foreign enemies have truly infiltrated the territory of the White Cloud Sect?"
"This is probably going to be a huge test..."
Amidst the commotion, Qin Yu's mind jolted. His encounter with the Soul-Rending Mountain Range and the Immortal Ancient Ruins that day resurfaced in his mind. Could this "abnormal fluctuation" be related to those mysterious, unidentified creatures?
He turned his head and saw Yang Zheng clenching his fists, his eyes filled with excitement and fighting spirit; Zhao Xinyu, on the other hand, frowned slightly, a hint of unease flickering deep in her clear, moonlit eyes.
Wang Lin raised his hand, silencing all the discussions. "For this operation, the sect has designated five key areas: the Northern Dark Abyss Valley, the Crimson Firmament Mine Vein, the Flowing Light Cliff, the Formless Ancient Marsh, and... the outer perimeter of the Immortal Ancient Ruins!"
His voice suddenly turned deep, like a muffled thunderclap.
Countless disciples held their breath, and the arena fell silent.
The Immortal Ancient Ruins —that's where Pre-Nonbeing. Now, mentioning it again sends shivers down their spines.
Wang Lin's gaze, sharp as a sword, fell upon his disciples, his voice resounding. "This is a test, and also an opportunity, given to you by the sect! Those who succeed will be rewarded with merit and have a bright future; those who fail... accept this as their fate!"
As the shout fell, the entire square erupted in chaos. Roars and shouts of passion resounded through the sky, shaking even the heavens.
Elder Wang Lin's body shimmered with spiritual light, and with a wave of his token, the names of thousands of disciples were called out one by one. They were divided into different teams according to their cultivation level and experience, and each headed to various dangerous places. The atmosphere in the square was solemn yet intense, and every disciple held their breath as they awaited the results.
Finally, it was Qin Yu's turn.
"Major Accomplishment of the Yuan Transformation Realm, Qin Yu —along with his senior brothers Qiu Fusheng and Ye Han —is heading to the Northern Dark Abyss Valley."
As the elder's voice faded, many disciples in the square began to whisper among themselves.
"Northern Dark Abyss Valley? That's a notoriously dangerous place!"
"I've heard that the place is perpetually shrouded in deathly aura, even suppressing vital energy; it's extremely terrifying."
"However... Qin Yu has already Major Accomplishment of the Yuan Transformation Realm, and being in the same group as Qiu Fusheng and Senior Brother Ye Han, he might not necessarily encounter any trouble."
Qin Yu raised his head slightly and saw Qiu Fusheng and Ye Han walking out from the crowd. The two had profound auras and were surrounded by spiritual light. One had eyes like raging fire and a cold expression, while the other was as upright as a pine tree and had a taciturn expression. But just by standing there, they gave people a sense of pressure Steady as a Mountain.
At that moment, Zhao Xinyu and Yang Zheng's names were also mentioned.
"Zhao Xinyu and Yang Zheng, proceed to the Formless Ancient Marsh with the third squad."
The three of them were shocked the moment they heard the result.
Qin Yu couldn't help but frown. He had thought the three of them would be able to travel side by side in the same group, but he hadn't expected the assignment to be like this. The Formless Ancient Marsh Swamp and the Northern Dark Abyss Valley, one filled with deathly energy and the other with ancient miasma, were both dangerous places.
"Brother Yu!" Yang Zheng strode forward, his eyes filled with reluctance and worry. "We're not going to be together, so please be careful!"
Zhao Xinyu also came over, a hint of unease in her clear eyes, but she forced herself to remain calm and said softly, "Senior Brother Qin, you must be extra careful. The strangeness of the Northern Dark Abyss Valley is probably even more dangerous than the Immortal Ancient Ruins. Don't be careless."
Qin Yu nodded, his gaze shifting between the two of them, a warm feeling rising in his heart. "You're the same. Although the Formless Ancient Marsh Swamp is slightly inferior to the Abyss Valley, the miasma is continuous and extremely easy to infect; a slight mistake can lead to death. Remember, if you encounter danger, don't be reckless."
The three exchanged glances, their auras intertwining, as if making a silent vow in this vast sect square.
Zhao Xinyu added softly, "After the mission is over, we'll return to the White Cloud Sect together."
Yang Zheng clenched his fist and gave Qin Yu a familiar smile, "That's right! The three of us will drink together, laugh about life and death, and treat these dangers as jokes!"
Qin Yu's lips curled into a smile, but his eyes remained icy cold. "Fine. Wait until I return, and then we'll drink together again!"
As soon as the words fell, the elder's voice came from afar again, urging the teams to assemble and depart. On the square, spiritual light soared into the sky, and thousands of disciples split up and went forth in a mighty procession, like countless shooting stars rushing towards the heavens.
The procession set off in a grand procession, the spirit boats soaring through the air towards the Northern Dark Abyss Valley. Inside the boat, Qiu Fusheng suddenly approached Qin Yu with a beaming smile, his tone almost excessively ingratiating. "Junior Brother Qin is truly a legend of our White Cloud Sect's outer sect! In just two short years, you've risen from the Cloud-Leveling Hall all the way to the Major Accomplishment of the Yuan Transformation Realm —truly a prodigy! Traveling with you makes us all incredibly proud."
Ye Han nodded in agreement, his expression cold but forcing a smile, "That's right, Junior Brother Qin's feat of defeating Luo Yilin with a single sword strike at the martial arts tournament still resonates deeply. Being in the same group as you, Junior Brother, our journey to the Northern Dark Abyss Valley will surely be as smooth as Mount Tai."
The words seemed flattering, but deep in their eyes, a hint of unease flickered: a deliberately suppressed wariness and probing.
Qin Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, a cold smile playing on his lips—false flattery was more unsettling than a sharp blade. He didn't expose him, but simply cupped his hands in a polite gesture of respect. "You two senior brothers are too kind. The Northern Dark Abyss Valley is a perilous and dangerous place; it doesn't recognize legends or renown. If we are to return alive, we will need to work together."
His words were gentle and steady, but his tone carried an undeniable coldness, causing the smiles on Qiu Fusheng and Ye Han's faces to stiffen slightly, yet they had no choice but to continue echoing, "Of course, of course, Junior Brother Qin is absolutely right."
The spirit boat sped for thousands of miles and finally landed on the outskirts of the Northern Dark Abyss Valley.
The sight before them made everyone's hearts tighten.
An endless expanse of black mist rolled and churned, like a frozen night covering the earth. A low roar could be faintly heard from within the mist, as if countless wronged souls were wailing. Death surged deep within the valley, as if even the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was being corroded and devoured, leaving the once vibrant world utterly silent.
The moment he stepped into the valley, the flow of Spiritual Qi slowed down, and the Yuan power in his dantian seemed to be suppressed by half. Even breathing felt like a painful, suffocating experience, and each exhale felt like inhaling a cold, poisonous fog.
A fierce wind whistled, carrying a low, bone-cracking whine, as if the entire valley itself were a sleeping behemoth, ready to open its eyes at any moment and devour any intruders.
Qin Yu stood there, his brows furrowed, and a warning bell rang in his heart. The Northern Dark Abyss Valley truly lived up to its reputation as a dangerous place on the Great Yan Continent; even the sky was stained black with deathly energy, making one's mind feel oppressed to the point of near suffocation.
Beside him, Qiu Fusheng and Ye Han still had smiles on their lips, but a cold glint flashed in their eyes, only to disappear in an instant.
The moment Qin Yu took his first step into the abyss, his heart sank.
He had heard legends about the Northern Dark Abyss Valley before. Desolate, terrifying, and eerily deathly—these adjectives were always present. Yet, seeing it with his own eyes now, he felt... it seemed even more bizarre than the rumors.
The valley floor was littered with wreckage and skeletons. Some severed limbs were still embedded in the rock walls, while others had dried bloodstains that gleamed black under the nourishment of death. The skeletons were in various positions: some had their heads twisted, some had their chests split open as if pierced by giant claws, and some even seemed to be struggling frantically before they died, their fingers tearing through the earth and leaving deep blood grooves.
"These corpses..." Qin Yu's gaze sharpened, and a chill ran through his heart.
It wasn't like dying in battle; it was more like being utterly crushed from soul to flesh by some extremely cruel force.
A deathly wind swirled, blowing past their ears and bringing with it eerie, whistling sounds. As the three ventured deeper, the ground beneath their feet gradually turned pitch black, and the Spiritual Qi became increasingly chaotic.
Suddenly, deathly energy surged forth!
Black mist gathered around them, as if driven by some unseen force. The mist began to twist and stretch, transforming into blurry human figures. These figures had no faces, only empty black eye sockets, and they kept uttering hoarse wails, like the souls of the dead from the underworld.
Undead Ghosts--
They were clad in tattered armor and wielded weapons twisted into bizarre shapes. With each step they took, the ground cracked with a series of sharp, bone-cracking sounds. Deathly energy surged forth, carrying a chilling aura that corroded the soul.
In an instant, the surrounding world seemed to be shrouded in black mist, the void trembled, and even the air they breathed was invaded by death energy, stinging their dantian and sea of consciousness.
The smiles on Qiu Fusheng and Ye Han's faces vanished instantly, replaced by fear. They instinctively took a half-step back, but still forced themselves to remain calm. "Junior Brother Qin, this... is probably the guardian spirit of the Abyss Valley."
Qin Yu's expression was cold and stern, his eyes like lightning, fixed on the approaching strange figures.
Something's not right. The aura of these undead is far more terrifying than the vengeful spirits he's heard about in the Northern Dark Abyss Valley. It's at least at the level of the Middle Stage of the Yuan Transformation Realm or higher.
The low roars of the undead figures coalesced, exploding like thunder across the valley floor. In the next instant, more than ten shadows pounced out simultaneously, transforming into afterimages of black blades, completely surrounding the three!
Qin Yu's heart skipped a beat, his spear trembled slightly, and a gray light flickered faintly within his body.
He had realized that this battle was far more dangerous than he had imagined.
Qin Yu stared intently at the approaching undead figure, his eyes cold and sharp. With a sudden tremor in his hand, the entire Black Bone War Spear was drawn from its sheath!
In an instant, a chilling aura erupted from the spear. The spear shaft was as black as ink, yet it shimmered with a sinister dark red luster, as if countless dead souls were struggling and howling within the spear's shadow. As the spear tip sliced through the void, it was accompanied by the sounds of bones cracking and souls wailing, sending chills down one's spine.
"Buzz--!"
The Spear of Black Bone swept across suddenly, tearing a narrow rift in the void. The dark afterimage instantly transformed into a jet-black spear light several meters long! The spear light carried a suffocating chill, instantly slashing into the first undead monster that lunged at it.
"Bang!!"
With a deafening explosion, the undead figure trembled violently, a look of fear flashing in its empty eye sockets. Then, it was torn apart by the spear light, turning into countless fragments of deathly smoke, its screams lingering for a long time.
The remaining undead figures roared in unison, their deathly aura surging forth like a tide, threatening to engulf the three of them.
Qin Yu stood firmly in place, his eyes flashing with cold light. The Spear of Black Bone trembled in his palm, like a bloodthirsty beast, waiting for more sacrifices.
"Since that's the case, then—kill!"
He took a step forward, his spear slicing through the sky. Each swing brought with it a shockwave of death energy, and the black light surged like a raging torrent, piercing through several undead shadows!
Meanwhile, Qiu Fusheng and Ye Han also made their move, but they were mostly relying on Qin Yu to clear a path and hastily defend themselves. They were secretly shocked—this Qin Yu was merely an outer disciple, yet he could single-handedly force back these undead monsters?
The deathly aura at the bottom of the valley grew thicker, as if it had been completely enraged by the aura of the Spear of Black Bone, and countless new strange shadows were stirring, ready to swarm in.
As Qin Yu shattered the undead shadows one spear after another, the deathly aura permeating the depths of the abyss paused briefly, as if in fear of the chilling Spear of Black Bone.
Qiu Fusheng and Ye Han stood at the back, their faces still showing admiration and praise.
"Junior Brother Qin is indeed extraordinary! If it weren't for you, these undead monsters would probably have torn us to shreds by now." Qiu Fusheng smiled obsequiously, but a sinister glint flashed in his eyes within the black mist.
"Yes, Junior Brother Qin truly lives up to his reputation as a genius of the sect; he's simply admirable." Ye Han echoed, his tone excessively flattering, but his fingertips had already subtly conjured a tiny talisman. The talisman gleamed with a deathly cold light, seemingly drawing upon the surrounding deathly energy.
Qin Yu frowned slightly. He sensed that the fluctuations of death energy didn't simply originate from the valley floor, but were being deliberately manipulated. He didn't immediately point it out, but simply smiled coldly, "Senior brothers, thank you for your kind words. However, the deeper we go, the more treacherous it becomes. A moment's carelessness could lead to certain death. We should focus on dealing with this situation."
Qiu Fusheng and Ye Han exchanged a glance, a tacit understanding forming between them.
Senior Brother Luo Chuan instructed us to proceed with extreme caution. Since the Northern Dark Abyss Valley is already a dead end, why not go with the flow and let Qin Yu perish there?
So, on the surface, the two continued to follow Qin Yu closely, occasionally bluffing and killing a few undead monsters, while in reality they kept releasing talismans, attracting even deeper layers of undead energy to surge in.
Soon, the black mist churned violently, and hordes of undead figures emerged, their eye sockets burning with chilling ghostly flames. Their shapes were distorted, and their numbers were several times greater than before!
Ye Han feigned panic and shouted, "Oh no! We've probably alerted the undead horde deeper inside! Junior Brother Qin, we're counting on you to hold on!"
Qiu Fusheng also took a half step back, waving his hands repeatedly as if trying his best to defend, but Qin Yu keenly saw that most of his attacks landed in the air and did not actually hit the strange shadow.
Qin Yu sneered inwardly: Just as I thought!
The Spear of Black Bone hummed low in his hand, as if it too sensed its master's anger.
"I saw through your scheme a long time ago." Qin Yu's eyes were cold, his killing intent surging. The tip of his spear suddenly trembled, and the black spear shadow transformed into a beam of light several meters long that pierced through the sky, instantly piercing through the several undead monsters that rushed towards him.
"Since that's the case, then let me see what other tricks you have up your sleeve!"
The cold light in Qin Yu's eyes suddenly solidified into a chilling line. He no longer feigned concern for Qiu Fusheng and Ye Han, but instead treated the entire battlefield as a chessboard full of traps—he had to both defend the current tide of undead and bring back the conspiracy of his two "senior brothers".
He spoke in a low voice, his tone as deep as a hammer emerging from the bottom of a valley:
"You think you can control death energy and arrange the deaths of others at will? Today, I will write your own ending here."
Having said that, Qin Yu's hand moved slightly on the hilt of the Black Bone War Spear. The spear, already bloodthirsty and ruthless, seemed to come alive in his palm, its dark patterns pulsating with life, drawing in the surrounding death energy with a roar. The Black Bone Spear was no ordinary weapon; it could summon the corrosive tide of death within the Northern Dark Abyss Valley. Qin Yu shifted from defense to offense, not forcing a direct confrontation with the strange shadow, but instead using the death energy as his tool and mirror, reflecting it back.
First came an extremely subtle movement: he sheathed his spear to defend, slowly retreated, and touched the ground with his fingertips, as if drawing an invisible circle. The circle wasn't large, but the earth's energy trembled slightly; black death energy surged outside the circle, like a controlled tide. Qiu Fusheng and Ye Han smiled smugly when they saw Qin Yu retreat, convinced that Qin Yu was being suppressed and their plan had worked.
Qin Yu remained silent, but his gaze pierced through their pretense like a sharp blade. He clearly saw the movement of the talismans behind them and the deeper death energy pulling between Ye Han's fingers. So he slowly tightened the spear in his hand—not to kill the strange figure in front of him more quickly, but to guide, gather, and then counterattack.
With a silent movement, the Black Bone War Spear drew a dark arc in the air. As the spear tip fell, the entire Northern Nether Valley seemed to be gradually taken from its control— Qin Yu used the spear's gravity to transform all the death energy induced by Ye Han and Qiu Fusheng into a converging torrent, pushing it back in their direction. Death energy is not an invisible wind, but a physical entity carrying resentment and malice; whoever draws it in becomes its accomplice.
Ye Han's smile froze for a moment, then turned fanatical: disregarding the consequences, he threw several more deeper talismans, trying to cut through the swirling force. Qiu Fusheng also revealed an expression that seemed to want to bare his fangs on the spot, and hurriedly urged the surrounding shadowy figures to attack, trying to overwhelm Qin Yu with numbers.
Qin Yu suddenly erupted in that instant: he was no longer merely the messenger of the Spear of Black Bone, but transformed himself into a seal. The spear tip pointed to the sky, black light surging across the spear shaft. He subtly activated it using his understanding of the laws of wind from the Profound Origin Mystic Origin Wind-Wielding Art —the "dispersion" of the wind combined with the "devouring" of the Black Bone to form a temporary, absolutely sealed field. As soon as the field was formed, all the talismans and death energy manipulated by the two began to retract back to their original positions, like whips being pulled back—and the path of retraction was exactly towards the two spellcasters.
In that instant, Qiu Fusheng and Ye Han's eyes changed completely. The two tried to break free and escape, but they couldn't escape the dark vortex drawn by Qin Yu with the Black Bone Spear as its axis. Their talismans were like puppets with broken strings, their energy forcibly extracted. The backlash of the death tide first devoured the outer shell of those talismanic powers, and then rushed straight at their bodies. Initially, their skin was pierced and cracked by the cold air, and the blood vessels turned into black smoke in the air; then their bones emitted a shrill cracking sound, as if countless tiny hands were tearing their limbs apart bit by bit from the inside.
Ye Han shouted, his voice like shredded cloth. "You—you dare! You dare—Senior Brother Luo..." Before he could finish speaking, his voice was swallowed by the black frost mist, collapsing from the very end, as if a memory had been forcibly erased from the world. Qiu Fusheng clutched his chest, his face first contorted into a ferocious expression, then slowly collapsed into an expressionless shell.
Even more terrifying was that the deathly aura wasn't content with destroying the physical body; it used the bullied soul as bait to tear apart their consciousness. Ye Han's eyes instantly became empty; his memories, his anger, his hypocritical flattery, like spools of thread pulled from his body, were swept away like smoke by the wind. Qiu Fusheng's face began to fade, his bones cracking, and finally, along with his battle robe, he was reduced to black ash and scattered in the wind.
Qin Yu stood at the center of the vortex, his Black Bone War Spear gleaming with a deathly light in the sunlight. He felt neither ecstatic joy nor cold-blooded pleasure, only composure and resolute determination. His two "senior brothers" had been swallowed up by the conspiracy he had orchestrated; the deathly aura of the Northern Dark Abyss Valley had stripped them of their very existence—not merely physical death, but like an unsavory footnote being erased from history, severing even a section of their dark connection to Luo Chuan in this whirlwind.
As the last wisp of black smoke was torn apart by the wind, an eerie silence returned to the valley. The besieging undead figures, having lost their pull, scattered into fragments of mist, which were easily dissipated by the Spear of Black Bone. Qin Yu slowly sheathed his spear, his aura as steady as ever, only the lingering warmth in his palm still trembling.
Qiu Fusheng and Ye Han were no longer alive. All that remained were two scorching marks on the ground, like two names that had been erased. Northern Dark Abyss Valley fell silent again, as if nothing had happened, but Qin Yu knew that things were different now—he had used the other party's conspiracy to eliminate the threat and also sent a clear signal to the White Cloud Sect: in his domain, traitors would eventually pay the price for the death they had laid.
He sheathed his spear, calmly surveyed the remaining decaying mist around him, and then walked towards the still-shocked Qiu Fusheng and Ye Han. There were no words of triumph, no further pronouncements. Only a single, almost inaudible sentence drifted in the cold wind:
"Stop thinking that others are pawns you can manipulate. Serving Luo Chuan is tantamount to suicide."
The surrounding valleys echoed in the wind, as if responding, or perhaps warning. Qin Yu turned and headed deeper into the valley—this time, he not only cut off the immediate crisis but also calmly planned for an even greater storm.
The wind in the Northern Dark Abyss Valley grew increasingly low, like countless ghosts whispering in his ears. Qin Yu sheathed his Black Bone War Spear, his expression cold and stern, yet his steps were extremely steady. He continued to venture deeper alone, the deathly aura growing ever stronger, almost solidifying, like an inverted Sea of Form enveloping the valley floor.
The surrounding rock walls were no longer just desolate stones, but covered with eerie cracks, from which wisps of dark red light seeped, as if they were bloodstains left over from an ancient battle, nourished by death energy for millions of years, and still not dry. With each step, the stones underfoot trembled slightly, as if countless trapped undead were struggling.
Qin Yu's mind stirred, and the Fate Soul Primordium released a faint spiritual light to protect his sea of consciousness from the infiltration of death energy. He frowned deeply. "This abyss is more dangerous than the rumors say."
Suddenly, a broken altar vaguely appeared in the sea of mist ahead, dilapidated yet still standing at the core where the deathly aura was most intense. Above the altar, a huge black stone tablet hovered, its surface covered with blurred ancient runes that appeared and disappeared, seemingly devouring the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi. Below the stone tablet, blood mist churned, and occasionally a few dark shadows could be seen emerging from it, shaped like humans, yet not human, with distorted faces that seemed to be both crying and laughing.
Qin Yu stood at the entrance of the valley, the Black Bone War Spear trembling silently, as if responding to the presence on the altar. The cold light emanating from the spear even dispelled a small patch of deathly aura around him.
"It seems this is the true depths of the Northern Dark Abyss Valley..." Qin Yu murmured softly, his gaze growing increasingly resolute.
He slowly stepped forward, walking towards that ancient, gloomy place. As he approached, the surrounding deathly aura seemed to be enraged, transforming into long, illusory snakes that twisted in the air and lunged at him. Qin Yu's body trembled, and he swept his spear horizontally. The spear light carried the chilling power unique to Black Bone, and with one strike, all the deathly aura phantoms were shattered into mist.
In the deathly silent valley, only Qin Yu's footsteps echoed.
The deathly still mist suddenly surged, as if torn apart by some force. Qin Yu's expression hardened, and he instinctively held the Black Bone War Spear horizontally in front of him, his eyes fixed on the front.
From the depths of the foggy sea, a strange sound rang out, like chains scraping against withered bones, or like countless evil spirits chanting softly. As the sound grew closer, a group of creatures slowly emerged from the black fog.
Their bodies were twisted and bizarre, neither human nor entirely beast.
The first one was a full three zhang tall, its body pieced together from black rock and rotting flesh. Two curved bone horns extended from each of its shoulders, from which dark red liquid dripped continuously. Its eyes were empty, with eerie blue flames burning deep within their sockets, as if they could see through one's soul.
The second creature resembled a monster woven from countless withered hands, its entire body covered in a dense network of pale arms, each hand twisting as if it were an independent being, its fingertips constantly tapping the air, making a "tap-tap-tap" sound. Its mouth stretched all the way to its ears, its savage grin revealing endless eeriness.
The third head was entirely formed from black mist, its form constantly twisting and changing, sometimes humanoid, sometimes a ferocious beast, and sometimes a long snake. It had no fixed face; only sinister human faces flashed in the mist, each appearance accompanied by a chilling whisper, as if cursing.
Behind them were dozens of slender, demonic beings, all draped in tattered, blood-stained robes, their faces covered in black cloth, revealing only pairs of deep, dark eyes. These eyes had no pupils, only ripples of deathly gray light that were too terrifying to look directly into.
Qin Yu's breathing suddenly stopped, and his heart pounded violently.
He whispered solemnly, "These... are not beings from the Great Yan Continent."
The Black Bone War Spear emitted a low tremor, seemingly responding instinctively, or even in fear. Qin Yu's eyes flickered; he could sense the power emanating from these strange creatures, incompatible with this world, carrying an oppressive force from another realm, like a calamity beyond reason.
An invisible chill ran through Qin Yu's heart, his throat went dry, but he gripped his spear even tighter.
The appearance of this group of demonic beings had exceeded all his understanding of the Northern Dark Abyss Valley.