A series of terrifying wails echoed like funeral bells from the Nine Nether Hell.
They resonated throughout the entire Mo Gui Lane.
At times, the sound was like ten thousand ghosts weeping, other times like the sharp wails of vengeful spirits, mixed with some kind of creepy gnawing sound.
It seemed as if countless unspeakable things were struggling in the dark, wanting to escape but unable to break free.
At the alley entrance, a group of burly men and carriage guards were already pale with terror.
The branches and leaves of the ancient hundred-year-old locust tree trembled violently amidst the sound waves, its falling leaves turned to dust by an invisible force before touching the ground.
The gaps between the tree trunk and the wall had long been tightly sealed by crimson energy, as red as blood.
Not even a fly could hope to escape from Mo Gui Lane.
"Boss... this is..." a black-clad burly man's voice trembled, and he unconsciously stepped back half a pace.
