C773 Possession(1)

A cloud of fog, black as ink, majestic waves, one wave after another, it came from afar and rolled over, accompanied by a gloomy ghost wind. It was like a ghost infant crying and making terrifying sounds. Nangong Yu and Wangchen stood where they were, not even daring to breathe loudly. Their faces turned pale.

Especially Wangchen. He had experienced it once, and now he had encountered it again