In the sky...
Black clouds interspersed with red lightning, one by one indistinct shadows gradually emerged from the dense fog.
They had no facial features; atop their heads, only a mosquito-like thin proboscis stretched out, surrounded by dense, sharp barbs, resembling fangs—horror in its utmost form.
"Squeak... Squeak..."
An ear-piercing, unpleasant screeching noise arose.
These Space Vengeful Spirits, as if they had discovered delectable food, suddenly charged toward the ground below in several different directions, disappearing in the blink of an eye amidst the snowy windstorm.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Three consecutive cries of agony rang out.
The situation was nearly identical to the previous encounter with Changtian Sword Lord, as three Martial Artists, each with a Gang Force above the Seventh Layer, suddenly burst out from the snowy ground.
They clutched their heads, faces twisted and ferocious, the light in their eyes flickering, filled with endless struggle and pain.
