On the vast earth plain,
following the appearance of the azure lion and the yellow-toothed white elephant, a strange silence fell across the entire field.
An unknown aura wrapped around their bodies.
It was a malevolent, bizarre, and decaying gray energy.
Immortals!
Demons!
Gods!
Mortals!
Every living being present felt a chill rising from the depths of their hearts.
The people shrouded in the gray light felt as though some creature was crouching on their backs, sending wave after wave of tingling sensations across their skin.
It was utterly terrifying.
Looking at the azure lion and the yellow-toothed white elephant, it was obvious that although they could move and walk, their pupils were ash-white and their eyes were hollow and lifeless.
An aura of absolute death emanated from every part of their bodies.
Wang Ming, who stood closest to them, caught a severely pungent stench drilling into his nasal cavity.
That smell was just like rotting meat left out in the sunlight for days, madly stimulating Wang Ming's olfactory nerves, which had been enhanced countless times.
Emotions of terror and dread began to breed in everyone's hearts.
No matter who they were, they all stopped moving.
Their gazes stared fixedly in the same direction.
It was a figure standing midway between the azure lion and the yellow-toothed white elephant.
He had a withered physique and a strange pair of deer horns atop his head.
He walked slowly toward Wang Ming.
From his appearance and movements alone, nothing particularly unusual stood out.
However,
the moment one's gaze noticed the bright lamp floating above his head, their expression would change drastically in an instant.
They knew the other party meant no good.
The light released by the lamp suspended overhead was gray, carrying a completely different mood and artistic conception than the