The soldiers of the Northwest Border, accustomed to life and death, also found this scene suffocating. However, before they could catch their breath, a terrifying scream suddenly came from mid-air.
"Screech—Screech—Screech—" The sound was like someone scraping a sharp blade against an iron plate, chilling to the bone. The raging north wind howled in, sweeping up the snowflakes from the ground, and the ghost shadows instantly charged over.
Everyone immediately rushed into the camp. But in the next moment, the ghost shadows burst in, as if the formation had lost its effect and could no longer fend off the ghost shadows.
"Ah—" In an instant, several soldiers were tossed into the air by the ghost shadows; some were torn in half, raining blood over the camp, while the recently burned black corpses emitted a strange, glowing light.
