Moreover, just thinking about the thousands buried here made him reluctant to get involved.
Suddenly, thunder exploded, rumbling in the sky, yet no rain fell, only the ever-thickening black clouds, pressing down as if suffocating.
Vast resentment continuously surged, the Yin Qi grew heavier, like a moving black cloud.
Wen Yan, holding a child, led nearly two thousand lost souls, striding forward on foot.
On the other side, the sorcerer who received the news on the island's opposite side was already preparing to escape.
But as he stepped out to take a look, he noticed the ship on the other side of the island had vanished, leaving only a piece of rope behind.
In the distant sea, a dilapidated ship with barnacle-covered surface, like a shipwreck, floated eerily on the water.
Sensing someone's gaze, a bare-chested water ghost at the ship's prow immediately lifted a thick rope, flashing a brilliant smile, and raised a thumb with his other hand.
