602 The Palace of the Dead

It was compplete darkness, and in that darkness, only the rays of moonlight that penetrated the treelines could barely illminate the extreme dimmed forest.

"Help… help…"

As he continued deeper into the forest, the sullen and helpless voice became clearer. The already unsettling atmosphere, accompanied by a gust of cold wind, those who have heard it would have goosebumps.

"An evil spirit?!"

Finally, Chen Xiaobei saw a strange shadow between two withered trees!

What he saw was a three-meter-tall black-faced evil spirit that was covered with blood. It also had white fangs protruding outside its mouth and a pair of razor sharp claws that dripped in blood. This spirit was chasing two other spirits!

The two spirits still retained their human forms, which proved that they were not controlled by evil thoughts. It was just like Wenyuan's case the previous time, they were regular spirits!

The cries of help were from both of them.