The Woodkin were black and gray all over. They did not move stiffly when they walked. Their withered bodies were the result of the properties of deathwood. Although they appeared completely dried out, they actually possessed tremendous vitality.
They were no longer human. They were a race that had emerged after being eroded by the power of the Ancient Gods and adapting to it.
Su Xiao found it difficult to understand how they could adapt to the power of the Ancient Gods. Under normal circumstances, those eroded by it would turn into tentacle monsters. The Woodkin, however, had developed toward the wood and life elements, which was extremely puzzling.
At least a hundred thousand Woodkin approached from the distance. They formed a circle and drove the humans in the center forward. The humans outnumbered the Woodkin by at least ten to one. Once they clashed, the Woodkin could quickly slaughter them all.
The cries never stopped. The women, children, and elderly surrounded by the Woodkin all believed they were doomed.
A large group of soldiers rushed out of Ango City. They all carried cold weapons and wore armor. Their weapons were brand-new, and it was still unclear whether they were suitable for dealing with the Woodkin.
About half a kilometer from Ango City, the Woodkin stopped and opened a passage.
"You... are... free."
A Woodkin with pale green eyes spoke. This was a characteristic gained only after consuming many of their own kind. He had actually spoken in human language. In just a few days, the Woodkin had already reached this level. They were not far from possessing intelligence.
The Woodkin had not retained their memories from when they were human. Or rather, the consciousnesses within them had only recently been born. Using their current bodies as a foundation, they