Who was it?

Qin Ye’s eyes immediately swept around, scrutinizing even the minutest shadows in the distance. Several minutes later, he finally retracted his gaze. He couldn’t find anyone.

Was it really an illusion?

Perhaps… I’ve been so high-strung that even my eyes have been playing tricks on me…

He shook his head to dispel these thoughts in his mind. Even then, he found himself unable to shake off that niggling feeling at the back of his heart. And then, he furrowed his brows once more.

The Yin energy… is stirring.

And it’s stirring greatly.

He was the master of all Yin spirits around. Naturally, he was able to search through the consciousness of all Yin spirits in his mind. Even then, he could see several spots of particularly dense Yin energy swirling about in vortices over ten meters large. The surrounding Yin spirits would lay prostrate on the ground, crying desperately for mercy as they were slowly sucked into the vortices. Meanwhile, Qin Ye could also sense a presence coalescing in the heart of each vortex.

“What’s going on? Is this an illusion?” His mind was on fire. Everything had been done in haste, and hasty decisions were never good decisions. He fervently suppressed the anxiety that was brewing in his heart as he delved deeper into the consciousness of the Yin spirits in the vortices.

But as soon as he approached them, the Yin spirits in the vortices would scream at the top of their voices and escape in an instant!

Evil ghosts…

He recoiled with a huge gasp....