The black shadow suddenly expanded, transforming into an all-encompassing black fog that instantly shrouded the entire platform. Within the fog, fierce winds howled, and the sound of ghostly wails and wolf howls echoed continuously. Countless twisted, resentful faces appeared and disappeared in the mist, rushing toward the four people with claws bared.
"Are these illusions or real resentful ghost attacks?" Lin Wan'er, wielding a longsword, warily scanned the surroundings, feeling dizzy and uneasy.
"Be careful! It's a soul impact!" Bai Ling'er shouted, a burst of golden light emanating from her, imbued with Dragon Power. "Dragon God Protection!"
A golden barrier enveloped the four of them, and the approaching resentful faces collided with the barrier, emitting dreadful screams before dissolving as if melting away. The holy aura of the Dragon Clan had a potent deterrent and purifying effect on these spirits.
