Yan stared blankly in the northwest direction, his bulging eyes full of astonishment and uneasiness. He couldn't believe what he saw in his eyes, so that he opened his mouth wide and didn't close it for a long time.
"What's going on? The legendary Night Parade of One Hundred Ghosts?" Yan's hands were clenched tightly, with veins pulsing on them, and he muttered to himself with a trembling voice.
What did he see?
Just over two hundred kilometers away, there was a black line composed of countless ghosts and ghosts that was moving quickly towards this side. In front of it, I saw many wild beasts running wildly.
But it is obvious that the escape speed of these beasts is much slower than the advancement speed of the black line, and they will be overtaken by the black line in almost the blink of an eye.
In Yan Lengshen's moment, he saw at least hundreds of beasts of all kinds being chased by the black line, and then surrounded by countless ghosts and ghosts pouring out from it.
Surrounded by a large number of ghosts and ghosts, even those strange beasts and giant birds will be devoured in an instant all their flesh, blood and souls.
The powerful life that was usually considered the most dominant one in the jungle disappeared in a blink of an eye. When the ghosts dissipated, only some residues were left in the field, floating in the wind, proving that this life once existed.
Seeing such a shocking sight, Yan couldn't help but secretly swallow a mouthful of saliva. His already solemn and uneasy mood almost sank to the bottom, and fear began to creep up in his heart.
Although Yan had memories of his previous life and had experienced a lot of jungle killings in this life, when hundreds of lives disappeared without resistance in the blink of an eye, he still instinctively panicked and feared.
However, fortunately, he has not been idle in the ancient world for so many years. The long-term silent practice has finally given him good meditation skills and control over his own thoughts.
Therefore, after getting over the initial shock, in just a moment, he quickly suppressed his instinct and quickly regained his confidence and calmness.
At this time, when Yan looked at the killing scene in the terrifying black ghost wave again, he no longer felt fear and panic, but he made some different discoveries from some details.
Yan discovered that although all beasts were inevitably devoured by a group of ghosts, a small number of them struggled violently during the process of being devoured. Their vitality and blood were so strong that they even brought considerable harm to the group of ghosts. harm.
After careful observation, Yan quickly concluded the pattern. All the beasts that can cause trouble and casualties to the ghost group have not been completely caught up by the black line of the ghost tide.
In addition, under the observation of Yan's innate magical power, it can be clearly seen that there is black energy surging in the center of the ghost tide, and the ghosts are obviously more active and stronger.
Therefore, Yan guessed that the reason why the ghost tide was able to show a devastating momentum when facing a large number of beasts may be because the ghost tide gathered ghosts and formed a kind of evil ghost realm that existed like a realm.
In this ghost realm, the ghosts can be blessed by it, and their strength is doubled like a fish in water, while other creatures will be invaded and suppressed, and their strength will be reduced.
Therefore, there was the terrifying scene that Yan had seen before, where hundreds of beasts were devoured by a group of ghosts without any resistance.
However, in fact, the individual strength of the ghosts is not very strong, and they are naturally overcome by the masculine blood of beasts. If they leave the blessing of the Ghost Realm, even if they are large in number, they may not feel comfortable facing hundreds or thousands of beasts.
In fact, Yan secretly guessed that if the ghost tide had not advanced too fast, these beasts would not have been able to escape and gather enough beasts in front of the ghost tide to form a powerful enough sea of qi and blood.
I am afraid that even with the blessing of the ghost realm, this ghost tide would not dare to be so unscrupulous.
"Ghost Realm? A gathering of people." A trace of relief flashed across Yan's originally solemn face, and he waved his arms thoughtfully and muttered to himself.
Now that he knows the powerful and terrifying nature of the ghost tide, Yan feels much more at ease. Because everything in the world is interdependent, as long as you know its nature, you can always think of some restraint methods.
At this time, Yan didn't intend to stay here any longer, and once again took a deep look to the northwest. He quickly put out the bonfire in front of him, turned around and disappeared into the dark jungle, rushing towards the tribe as fast as possible.
With Yan's current cultivation level, even if he cannot fly through the air, nor can he master various escape techniques, but with his strong physical strength, he can quickly travel through the dark jungle without any obstacles.
Although the distance of a hundred miles was not close, Yan only needed more than half a night to rush back to the tribe before dawn.
"Wha—" Yanfeng rushed back to the tribe. As soon as he approached the tribe's cave, a scream came out, and then he saw a flaming spear shooting out of the darkness at high speed and heading towards him.
"It's me!" Yan faced the extremely fast throwing spear with a calm expression. While shouting a greeting to the cave, he raised his hand sideways and gently grabbed the fast throwing spear.
"Yan? It's Yan who's back. Are you okay?" A shout of surprise came from the cave.
Over the past few years, Yan has felt like he belongs here. After leaving for a few days, he saw the familiar environment and listened to the familiar voices again, and his mood naturally became lighter.
Therefore, when he heard the question from the cave, he gently waved the spear in his hand towards the other party, with a smile on his face, and replied loudly: "Yes, I'll be back. I'm fine."
Following the sound of Yan, the cave began to become noisy. Obviously, many tribesmen have been woken up by him, but fortunately, it is not far from dawn now.
"Yan, you are finally back. There has been no news for so many days, and I am worried to death."
As soon as they reached the entrance of the cave, Mother Ning rushed up to him like a gust of wind. When she saw the oncoming Yan, her eyes brightened and she complained cheerfully.
"Mom! I'm back." After hearing Ning's words, Yan stepped forward and hugged her gently, then walked briskly in front of her and comforted her with a smile, "I'm fine."
After looking around Yan a few times and seeing that his whole body was intact and uninjured, Ning let out a sigh of relief and felt truly relieved. He held Yan's hand affectionately and muttered: "It's okay if it's okay! It's okay if it's okay!"
"Ning, Yan is back. Let's get down to business first." After the clan leader learned that Yan was back, he immediately came out to welcome him. He couldn't help but interrupt eagerly.
"I know! Let's just talk about business. Am I still not allowed to see my son?" Ning glared at the clan leader and muttered dissatisfiedly.
As Yan's strength and status have improved, and Shan and Yu have begun to have a say in the tribe, coupled with the rapid increase in strength since he entered the path of Qi training, Ning is now not afraid of the clan leader at all.
Yan patted his mother's hand comfortingly, nodded to the clan leader with a smile, and said, "The matter is now clear."
"There is a ghost wave appearing in the northwest and is advancing towards our tribe."
