Based on the number of stone fragments present, it can be deduced that there were at least 5 stone statues here once.
In other words, two minutes ago, there were 5 ghosts wandering around on this land beneath their feet.
"Watch out!" Jiang Qingluan warned loudly, "Something is coming, nearby, many of them!"
Just as the words left her mouth, a gray mist suddenly arose in the dead forest, rapidly surrounding them. Simultaneously, several rigid ghost shadows appeared faintly within the depths of the mist.
"Don't panic, do not resist yet; don't use the powers of your magic artifacts," Jiang Qingluan reminded them.
However, things were clearly not that simple. The mist continued to approach them, and the ghost shadows within it were getting closer. Yang Xiao was already able to discern the shape of a figure.
It was a man with grayish-white skin, and he carried partially shedding stone fragments on his body, much like a zombie, walking straight toward them.
