Zhu Fei abruptly turned his head.
Before him, vast swathes of black sand formed a tornado that seemed to pierce heaven and earth, hurtling toward him with ferocity!
Accompanying it were shrill, piercing cries that seemed to beckon from the Nine Netherworld, once again rousing an inexplicable gloom in his heart.
Zhu Fei was immediately startled.
This time, he did not lose himself right away.
He bit down hard on the tip of his tongue, the intense pain coupled with earlier mental fortifications, finally snapped his consciousness back to normal.
But when he lifted his eyes once more, even with his mental fortitude and experience, a chill involuntarily rose from the depths of his heart.
For what he saw before him were faces, pale and twisted!
Each black grain of sand seemed to morph into those contorted, hideous visages!
Zhu Fei lowered his head abruptly.
