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I looked at Mingyue in shock. Her agility and immense strength allowed her to match the Tree Demon blow for blow. However, as my gaze shifted to her, Mingyue halted her attack, and the Tree Demon seemed to settle down as well. Suddenly, it transformed into an old man, his face covered in wrinkles, especially around his neck and chin, where the skin resembled bark. He glanced at Mingyue with a cold snort and said, "You little brat ruined my plans. Now that the competition has arrived, I guess I'm out of luck." After finishing his sentence, he covered his face and morphed back into a large tree, disappearing into the distance with an eerie speed.
"What should we do?" I ignored the already vanished Tree Demon and turned my gaze to Mingyue, swallowing hard due to my nervousness. My hand gripping the Peach Wood Sword trembled slightly. Mingyue's face bore a similar expression of shock and seriousness, but unlike me, she was not terrified; she simply turned weakly to shake her head at me. It was clear that facing so many Yellow Cicada Spirits left her feeling powerless, with no way out.
Desperation surged within me as I tightened my grip on the Peach Wood Sword and ran to stand beside Mingyue. Although fear gripped me, it seemed that fighting was our only option. Soon enough, the Yellow Cicada Spirits rushed toward us, surrounding both Mingyue and me. I held the Peach Wood Sword tightly, glancing around in despair. Even though I was prepared to fight for my life, how many could I possibly take down among this swarm? The inevitable outcome loomed over us: we would simply wait for death.
Just as both Mingyue and I wore expressions of defeat, a deep roar suddenly echoed from afar. The sound was low and seemed to come from behind a wall. Yet it carried an undertone of fury and resentment. Suddenly there was a loud explosion; something had seemingly detonated, causing both Mingyue and me to freeze in surprise. Mingyue's expression changed rapidly as she looked ahead.
"What’s happening?" I asked in astonishment.
"Such powerful malevolent energy," she replied with a pale face while gazing forward.
I quickly looked up; the source of that explosive sound and roar came from that direction. However, aside from the multitude of Yellow Cicada Spirits surrounding us, I saw nothing else. My own expression darkened as I sensed something unusual in the air around us. The temperature seemed to be dropping rapidly; sunlight no longer felt warm but rather chilling.
A thin mist began to drift in, and dark clouds quickly gathered overhead, blocking out the sun. It felt like night had fallen in an instant despite it being midday. This bizarre occurrence filled me with fear and disbelief as I stared at Mingyue in confusion about what was happening.
Was it a celestial phenomenon? I looked up again; aside from the dark clouds above, there was nothing else visible. Even the Yellow Cicada Spirits appeared frightened by this spectacle and retreated like a tide, leaving only Mingyue and me standing alone.
Suddenly, a piercing scream broke through the air. My heart raced as I frowned slightly in disbelief. "That’s Mu Yan’s voice..."
I turned to look at Mingyue; her brows were tightly knitted as she nodded lightly.
"Mu Yan is up ahead; we need to find her." Without hesitation upon confirming it was her voice, I stepped forward. But just then, Mingyue suddenly grabbed my arm from behind.
"Danger," she warned gravely.
"Danger?" I echoed with a frown.
She pointed ahead suddenly; confused, I turned back around only to be startled and instinctively took two steps back until I stood beside her again. A pale figure had appeared right where I had just been standing before pausing briefly before drifting forward again.
"It's a ghost..." I exclaimed in shock as a question formed in my mind: could this sudden change be due to this ghost's appearance? But I quickly dismissed that thought when I noticed more pale figures floating toward us from afar.
I gripped the Peach Wood Sword tightly with vigilance. Yet Mingyue's brow furrowed as she firmly grasped my hand—the one holding the sword—her eyes fixed on the approaching ghostly figures.
I was puzzled by why she held onto me so tightly. But what confused me even more was that those spirits seemed to completely ignore us as they floated past toward some unseen destination.
What’s going on? I looked at Mingyue in confusion. She seemed to relax slightly and said calmly, "These Wandering Spirits and Wild Ghosts may not be targeting us; they are likely drawn by something else."
I nodded slightly; indeed, their focus did not seem to be on us. But who or what could attract them?
Mu Yan... Suddenly, a thought struck me: could Mu Yan be what was drawing these Wandering Spirits and Wild Ghosts? Given her unique situation combined with that earlier agonizing scream—clearly Mu Yan's voice—it made sense for me to think this way.
In an instant, I turned my gaze back to Mingyue and voiced my suspicion. She frowned slightly but said nothing more; instead, she pulled my hand and quickened her pace forward.
As we moved along, Mu Yan's voice echoed again—growing clearer—as if she were enduring immense pain while wailing continuously.
What happened to Mu Yan? Panic surged within me as I broke free from Mingyue’s grip and sprinted ahead. She gritted her teeth but quickly followed after me, urging me to stay calm.
We hadn’t run far when we were abruptly halted by a sight that left us both pale-faced. Before us stood several ethereal figures blocking our path; as we approached them, they suddenly turned around to face us.
In an instant, our surroundings were filled with pale faces staring back at us.
"Ah..." Another scream pierced through the air—this one more agonizing than any before it—still unmistakably Mu Yan’s voice echoing nearby.
But just as that scream rang out, those Wandering Spirits and Wild Ghosts suddenly turned around one by one and knelt down on the ground in reverence.
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