Qin Mu lured Dragon King Tian's gigantic head into the other ruins. There, skeletons were lying everywhere, and the cliffs and ground dripped with blood—it was filled with an ominous aura.
As they ventured deeper in, there were more and more white figures emerging from the surroundings.
Initially, only one or two white figures appeared, but after that, more and more emerged—some appearing suddenly on the mountain peaks, some appearing suddenly on land—they looked at the passing group with a dazed expression, yet didn't do anything else.
Qin Mu looked at them, yet he couldn't see their faces.
"Young Master, there's a white-clothed person riding on your neck," Yan'er whispered.
Qin Mu quickly turned his head, yet he couldn't see anything. He couldn't help but feel his hairs stand on their ends.
