Kapitel 617: Ghosts Abroad In The Day (1)

"Murder? I have no interest in dirtying my hands." The instant Ji Fengyan spoke, the evil-vanquishing sword in her hand pierced the ground beneath her feet.

The evil-vanquishing sword sank into the ground, and a violent wind suddenly blew. A layer of faint gray fog from the evil-vanquishing sword spread across the ground. It was as if it shrouded the entire surface of Ping City with a thick layer of fog that swirled around the ground.

Waves of cold air seeped out from the ground. The crowd felt wisps of chill entering their bodies from the mud beneath their feet. This chilly feeling was indescribable, but even their bones felt clammy.

Song Yuan had been observing everything as he hid in a dark corner. He looked in shock as the fog slowly spread and shrouded the whole of Ping City. A trace of astonishment surfaced in his eyes. The handsome man that stood next to him frowned slightly as he looked at the peculiar scene before him.