Leng Tian Xing looked ahead, muttering: "What is that?"
Gu Qing Shan, on the other hand, became extremely tense, gritting his teeth and tightened his expression.
There was a black shadow floating in the middle of the abandoned camp.
On the littered, broken white bones on the ground, occasionally appeared a long black "string" made of light, something seemed to be writhing inside those "strings".
Then the black strings flew up, sucked into the body of the shadow.
At a glance, the black shadow even looked like a person.
But if one examined carefully, it looked like innumerable people flattened to the thickness of paper, layered on top of each other.
The black shadow then let out a human-sounding voice, its tone was extremely joyful.
『So many…』
『More!』
『WE WANT MORE!』
The voice sounded like over hundreds of thousands of people, men and women, old and young speaking at the same time.
