The mine that had met with a mishap was in complete disarray. There were at least fifty or sixty corpses lying there, each of them with dull gray complexions and eyes wide open.
The experienced miners' expressions all changed and they ran far away. No one dared approach.
The fifteenth mining area was filled with terror. Everyone had retreated and most of them were trembling with fear.
Strands of gray fog came out of that mine shaft. Even from far away, people could sense a repressive force.
"I really did see a ghost…" Ye Fan was also apprehensive. He had known that the Source mines would occasionally have such a thing occur, but personally experiencing it still caused him some shock.
An old miner who had already been here for eight or nine years said worriedly, "I have a feeling that this evil might not be an ordinary one."
Not long after, the Flickering Light Sacred Land's cultivators rushed over. A couple middle-aged men led them, while the rest were all younger disciples.
