Jiang Hui stepped into the dark fog that surged like tidal waters, his cloak rustling loudly, resembling a streak of silver lightning.
The moment he boarded the ship, those figures that seemed like walking corpses were initially startled, collectively turned their gaze away from Shen Zhinan's body and toward him, the uninvited guest.
A pair of gloomy and dull eyes now appeared somewhat bewildered.
Should this man, glowing with white light, appear here?
Why would a man dream of a figure he has never seen before?
Moreover, who is this person?
Harboring these numerous questions.
Thus.
All the figures simultaneously opened their mouths,
Baring yellow and stained, and not an even complete set of sharp teeth, which began moving up and down as if tearing flesh, reminiscent of the clattering noise of rusted gears in hundreds of bellows.
Truth be told, this sound was enough to send chills down the spines of most, including Immortals whose hearts couldn't help but feel coldness.
