Hundreds of ghosts paraded at night—ghosts, monsters, and evil spirits surged in from all directions like a tide, encircling the Xuanling Sect's mountain.
At this moment, the cultivators who had been drinking merrily in the great hall, lured by the fox, finally sensed something was wrong. Some people ran outside and were hit in the face by fierce winds, catching the heavy stench in the air.
They all knew what that meant.