The appearance of Shen Siyuan and his companions was like that of a giant torch, attracting countless dead souls towards them.
These dead souls, riding on clouds that obscured the sun, mingled with evil energies, resentment, evil qi, and a miasma of toxic and filthy air, becoming the most venomous and terrifying entities in the world. Slightest contact would lead to the invasion and consumption of the body, the corruption of the soul, and they would transform into another mindless dead soul driven solely by instinct.
Then, they would let out the most maligned curses of the world, crying, screaming, screeching violently, howling with a ghostly wail, then swept up by the omnipresent Yin Wind, becoming part of the cloud cover in the sky.
Although Duoduo had accompanied Shen Siyuan here once before, she was still terrified by the surroundings into stunned silence.
She held an umbrella in one hand and hugged the treasure gourd with the other, vigilantly scanning the surroundings.
