The black skull was in a peculiar state, and neither Xiaodouding nor Zhang Chen in the hall seemed to notice it.
At this moment, Zhang Chen sensed something was wrong. Golden light naturally circulated in his eyes, and he then beheld a terrifying scene before him. Observing the black mist surrounding Xie Lingyun, countless thoughts raced through Zhang Chen's mind:
What is that black mist?
"Is it an evil possession? Has this noblewoman become entangled with an evil spirit?" Zhang Chen thought to himself in astonishment.
"Did the Grand Celestial Master of Yellow Heaven Dao arrive, only to be overshadowed by an evil spirit? And now, is the evil spirit ready to confront Xie Lingyun?" Zhang Chen held a rag in his hand, meticulously wiping the hall, seemingly oblivious to the illusion techniques within the hall, nor noticing the chilling scene before him.
