C1089 Dense ghost aura

"What the hell is this?"

Wang Shuo retreated in horror, that kind of ice-cold aura, but it wasn't any ordinary chill.

It gave off a ghastly feeling, as if ghosts were gathering and not dispersing.

Master Yan Yao's expression changed greatly, his eyes were filled with fear, and he roared: "I do not want to go, I do not want to go!"

The man in white's face was deathly pale