Outside the cave, the ordinary people who Fang Qingzhu had escorted out and should have escaped suddenly cried out in despair for help.

Immediately, a powerful demonic aura burst forth! It was so strong that it could be clearly felt even through the cave entrance.

Lin Jichen and Fang Qingzhu hurried to check, only to see a massive cloud of black mist in the sky outside the cave, which condensed into a terrifying ghostly face, laughing eerily.

The group of ordinary people who had just escaped death were trapped in place, like lambs waiting to be slaughtered. Then, a wisp of black mist drilled into their bodies, piercing through their chests one by one.