Yang Jing and Xiao Chengfeng's expressions became grave when they saw what happened to the people behind them.
"What do you think, Old Xiao?" asked Yang Jing grimly.
"There's definitely something odd going on there," said Xiao Chengfeng. "You won't feel anything odd from the outside, but once inside, it'll show its true colors. Those without strong cultivation will instantly be sucked dry. It's like the black gas is luring us inside before hooking onto us!"
Yang Jing nodded his head. "This is most probably what's happening. This isn't the work of the dead."
They did not need to worry as their cultivation was strong enough and in no time at all, they arrived at the center of the black cloud. Their expressions became even grimmer and their hearts dropped to the bottom when they saw what was before them. The sky had turned completely black as if black ink had spilled out from the heavens. It was filled with despair, frustration, and mania.