When Linghe saw the flowing aura of death, a startling thought surfaced in his mind. His gaze pivoted towards the strange magic staff in Gong Zhiyu's hands. His face instantly turned pale.
"Miss! It's the Summoning of the Wights!"
Ji Fengyan was taken aback.
Summoning of the Wights?
The wights were a horrifying, legendary creature. According to legend, this race could fend off old age and death and hovered between life and death. In the eyes of all other creatures, they were already dead. However, some special power caused the aura of death to coagulate, creating a new life.
Thousands of years ago, the wights had been the most troublesome race on this earth. They did not bleed or fall sick. Neither were they troubled by weakness or age. They were powerful and mysterious. Not only did they possess a powerful death aura, they were able to control this power to bring the dead back to life as the undead.
