The entire Shen family had turned into a massive pit of despair, where tens of thousands of vengeful spirits remained trapped in their pitiful state as they were in life. They were deeply submerged in the pit, their feet entangled in the muddy ground. They wailed and shrieked, their desperate gazes directed towards several dark figures of the ghost clan against the blood-red sky. It was evident that these few members of the ghost race were the culprits responsible for keeping them trapped.
The leader of the ghost race was an old woman with white hair. She stepped into the air and stood in front of the other ghost race members, twisting a few flesh-colored tentacles on her back.
The tentacles were thick and strong, like huge pustules. Four of the tentacles floated in the air and actually wrapped around the Shen father and sons respectively, lifting them up from the ground one by one and floating in the air.