At that time, many disciples at the Second Level of cultivation woke up from the terrifying howls outside.
Some people still stayed in the training rooms, listening quietly to the sounds outside in fear, their hearts pounding wildly.
Out of curiosity, some brave ones silently opened the temple's Stone Gate one by one and stood quietly in front, watching.
However, if those present were all in an ice-cold environment, their hearts would be greatly shaken immediately.
When they saw Zhuo Shuyun's corpse lying in the corridor again, they suddenly turned pale with fright, not daring to look.
Creak!
After a while, the Stone Gate moved and sounded again, and the disciples from the Observation Platform ran back to the temple, all afraid and trembling down to their cores.
Even the usually unflinching Qingshuang Hall was now filled with dread. What exactly was this ghostly creature? How terrifying!
After Wu Qing bit his hand and wrist, Ao Cangsheng stopped.
