The surroundings were filled with the sound of whips slicing through the air.
Everyone's hearts were in their throats, as they all awaited, wondering if it might be Mo Zhixuan or Chu Jin returning. Some time had passed since the hour of the rat, perhaps they had already made it through the Extreme Yin Night.
Unfortunately, there was still no response.
The white smoke grew denser, and the chill in the air intensified.
"Ah!"
Just then, the ghosts let out a series of agonizing screams before disappearing one by one into the ether.
The number of ghosts kept decreasing, and even those with deep-seated grudges clutched their heads and wailed miserably, shaking on the spot as if something invisible was suppressing them.
"Who on earth are you? Come out now!" Seeing the situation turning against her, Zheng Chuyi panicked slightly, squinted her eyes, and whipped fiercely into the air in front of her. This time, no sound followed.