At this moment, above the resort hotel, a chilling wind blew incessantly, carrying with it the piercing howls of various fierce ghosts as they flitted through the void.
These evil spirits, wild ghosts, and even centuries-old fierce souls were many clad in samurai clothes and priest clothes from the Anshu Taoshan Era.
"What's happening?" Tian Lian had just arrived beside Chen Yuan, asking with a grave expression.
"The entire Hot Spring Villa area is completely enveloped by this darkness, while areas several kilometers away are still sunny. This dark mist must be projected by some Spiritual Artifact, with its protection, these fierce ghosts are able to appear during the day," said Chen Yuan, hands behind his back, his voice indifferent.
His Divine Sense had instantly captured all the situations within a seven or eight kilometers radius into his mind.
The scene in front of him, where hundreds of ghosts howled in unison, did not shake Chen Yuan in the slightest.