After the Eye of The Netherworld appeared, even the temperature dropped by a few degrees. It was clearly a flame, but it gave off an extremely cold feeling, as if they had come to hell. Ghostly flames surrounded them, and even the oil lamp beside them was stained with an ominous green color.
A faint aura of death surrounded Zhang Chengfan. He was a man of few words to begin with, and he often lowered his head. The thick bangs on his forehead covered most of his face.
At this moment, coupled with the grayish-black aura of death, he looked as if he was wearing a cloak that covered his entire body from head to toe. It was as if death had descended upon him, causing everyone to panic for no apparent reason.