The wind was howling, and every movement brought a strong and pungent smell of rotting corpses. The surrounding trees were swaying, and the shadows of the trees were dancing. There were rustling sounds one after another, and ghostly gurgling sounds came from far away, as if something strange was approaching rapidly.
The twelve people were moving quickly through the forest. The rotting corpses kept coming and attacking them. There was no end to them. Two third-level spiritual masters were poisoned by corpses and bit their fellow disciples crazily. They were killed by Nolan Rong. The atmosphere became more and more solemn. The forest was thick with fog. They encountered several groups of people fighting along the way. They were all very powerful and their methods were extremely fierce and decisive. The strong wind swept across the tree trunks, leaving scratches and trees swaying violently. In addition to the strange gurgling of the rotting corpses, there were also people screaming.
The moment the group discovered Ning Shu and the others, they quickly retreated and deliberately avoided them. Among them, a man in a red robe turned around and glanced coldly in that direction, with a flash of murderous intent.
The Spirit Emperor! The instantaneous might shocked people's souls. Nolan Rong didn't see his face clearly, but he had a bad premonition.
Ning Shu looked at the fallen body and frowned, "He is not a disciple of Huanxue Sect."
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