When Shen Cang found them, those Thousand-Year Starved Ghosts were still desperately burrowing deeper into the earth's crevices. The burning on their bodies didn't disappear because of the dive into the crevices but slowed down, still gradually shrinking their size.
Shen Cang stood at the crevice, his gaze profound and deep.
Seemingly sensing the pressure of a strong presence, the Thousand-Year Starved Ghosts, who were previously so arrogant in front of Little Taotie, Yuanyuan, and Jiang Si about consuming living beings, fell silent. They didn't even dare to let out a single scream or whimper.
"Come out." Shen Cang's voice emerged from his throat, carrying a sense of timeless depth.
The buzzing sound from his nasal cavity resembled the toll of an ancient bell, carrying a soul-trembling resonance.
When Little Taotie, Yuanyuan, and Jiang Si heard this sound, they did not show any obvious change and even felt a refreshing clarity of spirit.
