Chapter 222: It's Either You Die or I Perish

The sinister laughter was ethereal and void, at times far and at times near.

Up close, the laughter seemed to be swirling around one's ears.

From a distance, it was as if it echoed from within the mountains.

The sky was shrouded in a layer of red glows, like blood-red miasma, utterly bizarre.

All present were Mystic Sect cultivators who had undergone spirit opening, and they were most acutely aware of the changes on the mountaintop. At this moment, many yin spirits surged to the top; they seemed to be called by something and ignored the presence of over a hundred cultivators, swarming from all directions like a tide of bees.

Yin spirits of all kinds crawled out from the ground, tombs, dry wells, and shadowy ditches—ranging from Basic-level Little Ghosts to hundred-year-old ghosts—all swarming madly with horrific cries emanating from their mouths. The entire mountaintop appeared to become a Gathering Yin Land, a paradise for yin spirits.

"What... what's going on?"