Before long, cold sweat plastered his forehead, and his complexion turned pale.
Feng Yueya could feel someone yanking her violently. She flailed in panic but hit nothing.
The invisible hands tugged at her from all sides, nearly shredding her coat to tatters.
"Yuan, save me..."
She could see nothing, hear nothing, which only added to her panic.
What on earth was happening? Who would tell her!
Hearing her cries for help, Yun Shangyuan grew even more anxious. He ignored Cang Qing on his left and struggled with all his might against the person on his right.
When Taixu Zi and Mo Xue arrived at the scene, having taken care of matters, this was what they saw.
"What is that?!" Mo Xue exclaimed in shock, unable to speak.
Taixu Zi was also stunned. "It seems like a ghost..."
And yet not quite, more like a kind of resentful energy...
Mo Xue, not caring for anything else, rushed forward to strike at Cang Qing's ghost, and Taixu Zi also lunged at the person in black.
