And at that moment, an eerie sound suddenly emanated from the mountain.
"Listen, what's that sound?" Xie Xiaofeng, who was in a half-asleep state, suddenly exclaimed.
Ye Yuqiao, Tang Jing, and Tang Chao, who were beside him and somewhat sleepy, all looked alert.
The four of them listened carefully, and in the noise of the wind, in addition to the rustling of leaves, they could hear the mournful crying of female ghosts, the sharp and strange laughter of fierce ghosts, and the roaring and bellowing of evil spirits.
After smelling a series of strong Yin Qi, Ye Yuqiao sprang up and said, "There are many ghosts approaching us, at least ten thousand of them!"
"Fire Magic, Flame of Purgatory!" Xie Xiaofeng suddenly cast a spell, and then dozens of lantern-sized fireballs slowly rose up in the nearby woods, illuminating the originally dim and foggy mountain forest.