He Ling's yin-yang dual pupils flickered violently, yet at this moment, she had even lost contact with her Natal Magic Treasure...
The realm of this bizarre figure far surpassed and suppressed her own!
Little Crimson's mane stood on end as it kept issuing Low Growls. It hurriedly took out the Tattered Cotton Quilt and covered itself with it. The spirit qi within its body seemed to dissipate in an instant, and even its Dao heart and soul began to produce illusions.
It hastily averted its gaze. It absolutely could not look again. At this moment, it seemed to have lost its voice, unable to make a sound for no reason, as though it had returned to its earliest state as a spirit beast.
"What kind of Ghostly Thing is this?!" Little Crimson's eye sockets inexplicably turned blood red, yet it still retained its reason, seemingly not having been completely infused in mind and spirit.
A moment later.
This figure gradually revealed itself. He stood roughly seven feet tall, thin and gaunt, his skin like withered wood and nearly transparent, as though he possessed neither blood nor Life Essence.
His eyes were deep and hollow, without a trace of light, containing only endless chill. Upon his head sat a corroded mask, painted with bizarre patterns of heaven and earth... enough to make one's hair stand on end.
Upon closer inspection, this figure seemed to have two faces, while that mask appeared more like his true face.
His arrival was like a grotesque dream, exuding an Ominous aura so suffocating it stole one's breath.
It made Little Crimson and He Ling shudder with dread, instinctively unwilling to come into contact with him.
He Ling's brows furrowed deeply. Even when facing the Great World taboo creature, Defiled Lifespan, she had never felt this