The sorcery mist began to form around without notice, rolling like fog, spreading from the direction of the forest, enveloping an area within a mile's radius.
The Man-Eating Ghost, the Murderous Ghost, the Blood Monk, the Corpse Monk, the Poison-Handed Ghost Doctor...
Mysterious figures emerged one after another.
In broad daylight, it was as if the world had turned into a ghostly realm, with the faint sounds of sobbing spirits in the background.
At this moment, the tall and gallant woman finally changed her expression. She had only drawn her sword to aid the oppressed, not expecting to provoke so many demons and specters. Most of the notorious masters from Devil's Valley had gathered here, including members of the Evil Sect.
"Benefactors, you don't need to worry about me, leave quickly."
