Looking around, including the headless souls, all the souls were trembling, each showing a different expression of reverence.
With just this serious glance, they all lowered their heads and stood still.
At the forefront of the bones, Ye Feng also displayed a grave expression, looking ahead.
Beneath his eyelids, on the White Bone Path wide enough for three people to pass, an extremely aged figure was approaching from afar.
As this figure walked, the bones below emitted a clicking sound. Though not loud, the sound was like a ghostly whisper, making one's scalp tingle while evoking a chilling feeling deep within.
With each step the figure took, their body trembled slightly, with noticeable tremor.
Every tremor brought a wave of pressure from ahead, enveloping Ye Feng.
At this sight, Ye Feng's eyes suddenly contracted.
He suddenly realized that the approaching figure's Soul Body seemed on the verge of becoming solid as the distance between them shortened.
