Ling Yun who was running frantically, suddenly had a change in expression, he clearly felt that the killing intent around him had been drawn in by him.
With his previous experiences and guesses, he knew that this was because he had been circulating his spiritual energy. The spiritual energy had changed the aura around him, causing him to become the center of a murderous aura.
The current Ling Yun had the urge to curse out loud, his face turned as black as ink. What kind of strange place was this?
However, it was too late now, even if he stopped circulating his spirit energy, the killing intent, killing intent and resentful aura would all gather towards him.
Ling Yun clenched his teeth, and decided to take advantage of the fact that the killing intent was not strong and berserk, and break out, as long as he entered the range of the mountain of corpses, he should not be in any danger.
He was close, very close to the mountain of corpses in front of him, only a little more than 200 meters away. He could already see the traces of a bonfire below the corpse, and on a greyish white bone, there was a palm-sized mark.
Ling Yun's eyes revealed excitement, it was the mark of the Soaring Cloud Empire's royal family, he would not recognize it wrong, and it was very clear, thinking back to Ling Tian and the others who had just entered the place, he could confirm that the seal was left behind by Ling Tian and his men.
The surrounding wind was getting fiercer and fiercer, like the howls of ghosts and the howls of wolves. The strong wind blew up all the dark red sand in the sky, blowing on Ling Yun's handsome face, causing him to feel pain like a cold blade.
This was a physical injury, and also a mental one. Terrifying ghostly howls and shouts of slaughter lingered within his spiritual space, and bloody scenes appeared in his mind. His bones were like mountains, and his blood flowed like rivers.
If this continued, even if his heart was as firm as iron and unshakable, his mind and consciousness would become chaotic if he continued to stay in this kind of environment. He would be driven mad while he was still alive.
"Nine Revolutions Soul Refining Tactic — Heaven-Devouring Soul Art!"
Ling Yun's clear eyes became red, and an uncontrollable killing intent surged within. He bit the tip of his tongue, and the stench of blood spread out from his mouth, as the blood in his eyes retreated like the tide, returning to clarity. With a low roar, a huge wave rose up from the spiritual space.
Ling Yun suddenly felt a strong sense of danger enveloping him, causing him to feel suffocated, unable to resist, unable to resist.
Ling Yun's face suddenly changed, his face was as white as paper, he tilted his head and saw a blood red tide rushing towards him, it was a tide formed by killing intent, killing intent and resentment.
If Ling Tian and the rest were here, they would definitely recognize that this was the berserk wave of slaughter that made them flee in fear, an existence that was only second to the killing intent storm in ancient battlefield.
Before he could think of anything else, his ears buzzed and a sharp pain came from his back, as though thousands of gold needles had pierced his flesh and thousands of ants were gnawing at his flesh.
He subconsciously stretched his spiritual will backwards, only to 'see' a blood-red patch behind him. Then, a huge pain came to his mind. The spiritual will disappeared, was swallowed, and the connection was severed. He had also received a backlash.
If not for the chaos stone that gently shook and protected him at that critical moment, he suspected that his mental energy would have been sucked out bit by bit and then devoured.
Without even thinking about it, he knew that the blood red skeleton mountain behind him was formed from killing intent, death aura and resentment, Ling Yun's eyes revealed unwillingness, and stared at the skeleton mountain in front of him, which was only a few metres away, and with a few breaths of time, he would be there.