Just as Ye Xuan was feeling restless and troubled,
suddenly, a strange noise reached his ears, causing him to look toward the source of the sound.
A dark spirit, black as ink, was lurking alongside the path of light, and just as a lost soul had stepped onto the path, the dark spirit suddenly transformed into a ferocious gaping mouth and violently swallowed the lost soul before quickly speeding away into the distance, as if fearing that some entity might discover it.
"Hmm?"
Watching such a scene, Ye Xuan's expression stiffened, then a hint of ecstasy rose in his eyes, and he immediately left the path of light, transforming into a burst of blood-red light as he furiously pursued the black spirit.
Whoosh!
The ghostly wind roared, the void trembled, and the black spirit, sensing someone chasing after it, became greatly disturbed and fled desperately forward.
"Can you escape?"