It seemed to emanate from those lamp slaves.
Clusters of ghost fire gradually drifted outward from the lamp slaves, casting an eerie, ghastly green light over the grave walls.
Lan Yue looked at Xiao Chen warily, her pupils suddenly constricting as the stone pillar in the middle inexplicably vanished.
Just as she was about to speak, the flickering ghost fires suddenly burst apart in all directions.
Lan Yue, though uncertain of what the ghost fire was, was well aware that being hit by it would lead to no good outcome.
Her body instinctively retreated backward, dodging away.
Immediately, Xiao Chen's voice came through, "Be careful, don't get hit."
Initially, there were few ghost fires, and Lan Yue could see their trajectory and dodge out of the way.
However, gradually more ghost fires appeared in the air, and their speed increased rapidly.
Moreover, wave upon wave appeared in an apparently endless stream.
