The Anomaly

The surroundings had been completely transformed. The once clear sky was now shrouded in an eerie darkness, as if night had suddenly fallen.

Thousands of ghostly spirits filled the air, their ethereal forms twisting and writhing in unnatural ways.

There were many types of these spirit bodies. Some had beastly heads like wolves and tigers. Others were just bodies, floating independently.

There were also human-like spirits, their faces contorted in eternal agony.

These were essentially the soul bodies of all those that the Demon Prince had killed before.

Their collective auras exuded a bone-chilling cold that seemed to freeze the air.

At this very moment, a handsome man with dark flowing hair emerged from the sea of ghostly spirits.

He was riding a blood-red sword as he stopped before them at a distance of about ten meters.