Panic
Because of his senses overexerting themselves in this moment of desperation, Hao Xuan was able to stretch what should have been a split-second event to several times its length.
Time seemed to have come to a standstill as he peered downwards and finally caught a glimpse of what it was that was chasing him.
Scores of robed figures were floating up into the air behind him. If they had any to begin with, their faces were completely shrouded within the darkness that even the lighting strike could not pass through.
They didn't have any visible lower limbs but the hands that were reaching out to grab a hold of Hao Xuan didn't have any skin or flesh. It was just...moving bones.
Their appearance matched almost 1 to 1 to what Hao Xuan imagined wraiths would look like and he wasn't far off either since a single look in their direction left Hao Xuan completely devoid of any warmth, physical or spiritual.