C165 In the Realm of the Dead

A cacophony of condemning voices echoed behind Meng Yang.

Narrowing his eyes, Meng Yang let out a cold laugh, turned his head with a swift glance, and subtly curled his right ring finger.

One cultivator, heedless of the sudden sense of alarm within, charged forward.

As the crowd sensed danger and moved to intervene, a black filament ensnared the young man.

Before a cry could escape him