"...Are those Pishachas?"
Su Mo's uncertain voice echoed through the dim underground passage as Wu Haruto calmly led the group deeper beneath the White Moon Sect.
The deeper they descended, the heavier the surrounding Yin Qi became, carrying with it an oppressive chill that seeped through flesh and reached straight into one's bones.
Yang Qingxi instinctively moved a little closer to Su Mo. Even though she had experienced many strange things and was used to it, being stared at by hundreds of Pishachas from both sides of the passage was still enough to send goosebumps across her skin.
Their crimson eyes followed every step they took, and countless pale hands stretched through the darkness as though trying to grab anyone foolish enough to come within reach.
She had already prepared herself for a battle.
Strangely, however, none of the Pishachas attacked.
Wu Haruto noticed their vigilance and smiled faintly.
