C261 Xiaoran Attacked

Amidst a murky black fog, countless flickering will-o'-the-wisps fixated on Nangong Fan with a yearning gaze. These little specters, usually lunging at the mere scent of life, paused, their bewildered eyes now shimmering with respect.

Among them, a diminutive ghostly figure took shape.

This specter was even shorter than the newly formed bodies of the lesser ghosts