The silver light shuttle sped at a low altitude in the depths of the Ghost Cry Forest, Fang Hao's expression solemn, his Divine Sense on high alert.
Although the battle just now was brief, the commotion was not small. He dared not be the slightest bit careless, manipulating the flying shuttle to constantly change direction, attempting to leave this area as soon as possible.
However, as he delved deeper, the sense of unease in his heart grew stronger and stronger.
The sounds of ghost crying all around seemed to become clearer and more shrill; those faint whimpering sounds were no longer just simple Evil Qi interference, but rather sounded like some kind of... living creature whispering?
The Yin Sha Qi permeating the air also became increasingly thick and viscous, pressing down on his Divine Sense like a physical substance, causing his detection range to be compressed to less than thirty zhang.
