There were humans, demonic beasts, and barbarian tribes.
As Xu Yuan followed the elder out of the shade of the trees to the clearing around the huge black abyss, a giant bundle was timely tossed down from the sky by a massive bird.
As the formation incinerated the giant bundle to ashes, Xu Yuan caught a glimpse of the contents and subconsciously stopped in his tracks.
It was...
Living people?!
The crowd plunged into the black fog, most of these living people were martial artists, and Xu Yuan even saw a few cultivators among them.
They desperately tried to escape beyond the formation, but being mid-air with no leverage, they could only watch themselves fall into the sinister black fog.
The sounds of screaming, cursing, and crying merged into one, quickly swallowed by the black fog.
And then came the second, the third, the fourth...
The elder in front seemed to notice Xu Yuan's reaction and slowly turned his gaze back:
