Under the hazy sky, a group of dark shadows flew past the clouds.
When they came a little closer, Ye Chen was finally able to see their real forms.
There were five ghosts holding a coffin, flying in the endless dark night. A normal person would have fainted upon witnessing this, imagining that they were there to take his soul and drag him to the deepest parts of hell. However, Ye Chen was a martial artist who would even take on life and death challenges for his training. How could he be afraid of such trivial things?
He felt that the five human figures were not ghosts, but rather disciples who had trained in some kind of special martial art that allowed them to travel without an actual form.