Distortion

"Sss…"

Chen Xin drew a sharp breath of cold air.

She had just seen Jiese, a most meticulous monk, walk towards a ditch like he was in a trance.

If it had happened to her, she would not have been able to escape.

"Seems like… we're in trouble!"

In the darkness of the night, Fang Yuan turned towards Tantai Guihu and company, who had most of the colour drained from their faces.

"Be careful. I don't want to injure any of you by accident!"

Before any of them could respond, Fang Yuan unleashed his curse. With his black robes on, Fang Yuan looked like the Grim Reaper. Torrents of fresh blood flowed down from the inside of his sleeves and oozed across the floor.

Black figures began to surface out of the bloodstream. They were spirits and frolicked all over the place with abandon.

"Sw… swarm! It's a ghost swarm!"

Chen Xin nearly keeled over in fright.