The underground Dark River was spacious and turbulent; from the shore, one could not see its end, only the countless stalactites hanging from above, on which grew spirit mushrooms and Spirit Grass emitting a faint luminescence.
On the shore were a large number of Wandering Ghosts, migrating in groups towards the direction of the Dark River.
Their gazes were dull, their steps staggering, and their bodies were enveloped in thick Yin Qi. While they lacked the ferocity required of a fierce ghost, they were nonetheless a rare find, whether used as food for one's own Ghostly Creatures or as materials for casting spells.
Before long, the Sorcerers who had come here began to fight over the ghost herd and engage in fierce combat.
