The bloody mist churned and gathered, thick as liquid, vaguely seeming to form a human silhouette, but dissipated unpredictably.
"Hundred thousand~ hungry ghosts~ feast~".
The operatic voice continued, yet became distorted.
Not only that, but the strong scent of blood was also spreading outward.
The Hundred Households member of the garrison from earlier had not yet left.
He stood there in a daze, face pale, forehead sweating, wanting to turn and flee but found himself stiff and unable to move.
Everything before him was entirely beyond his understanding.
Many mystical sect phenomena are invisible to ordinary people who have not awakened divine skills, except in two situations:
First, a person who is about to die, with death energy accumulating.
Second, in special environments like an Evil Land.
The Netherworld Stage, this was precisely such a situation around.
