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As evening fell, the dying sun was dark red like blood.
Within the ravine, the continuous whistling of the wind blended with the pale grey fog that circled overhead, enshrouding the entire valley.
At a certain moment, a grey whirlwind descended from the sky, landing at the bottom of the ravine.
As the whirlwind dissipated, more than three hundred yin spirits appeared, most of them in tattered clothes marked with patches of blood, their faces etched with panic, utterly disheveled.
Hu Cheng quickly approached the crowd, his face wearing a friendly smile, "I am Hu Cheng, the general of the Yinfeng Sect. You don't need to panic; now that you are here, everyone is safe."
After expressing a few more words of caring concern to ease the people's unease, Hu Cheng gestured to some people not far away. The waiting Medicine Stone Sect personnel immediately came forward to treat the injured, while another group handed out Jade Dew and clean clothes to everyone.