Long bugs... butterflies... missiles... beams... fireworks... ghost faces...
Were the species in the Immortal Source Land all this bizarre?
Yang An's thoughts were in disarray. Before he could figure out why such wildly fantastical things had appeared, he raised a hand, activated the Crimson Wheel Infinite Body, and threw a punch.
The force of his fist combined with the light of his technique. A flash of golden light struck from dozens of meters away, directly blasting the ghost face into smoke and nothingness.
Surely nothing else would appear now, right?
He hesitantly took several steps back. Only after nothing new appeared did he steady himself.
Strange! Too strange!
He had to find the others and verify whether he alone was encountering these things, or whether everyone else was encountering them too.
This was crucial!
If it was the former, then the source of these things had something to do with him.
If it was the latter, then this so-called Immortal Source Land was connected to modern society.
Yang An could not tell which possibility it was. He could only find someone first.
But as soon as he turned around, his expression froze again.
Skeletal white hands, dry and ghastly, emerged one after another from beneath the ground ahead, as though the earth had suddenly blossomed with hundreds of pale flowers.
Skeletons crawled out of the earth one by one.
Ordinary skeletons would have been one thing. They were not enough to surprise Yang An.
But after these skeletons emerged from underground, their ghastly white color instantly transformed into a cold gleam, and their bones became steel in the blink of an eye.
In an instant, these skeletons had become... mechas!
Red electronic lights lit up in their once-empty eye sockets. Their bodies looked incomparably sturdy and brimming with technological flair