In the dark, empty plaza, among the suddenly appearing "ghosts" of the Ancient People, one of them abruptly turned its head and let out a cold laugh at you.
Anyone would have been terrified.
Luo Yan was startled too, but in the next second, Yao Yuan slashed at it with his sword.
Ghost or human, it didn't matter. Kill it first and ask questions later!
The long sword swept out a crimson ripple. Sword energy tore through the air and slashed into the Ancient People's phantom.
The phantom twisted violently but did not disperse. Instead, something shot into the sky.
Yao Yuan shone his light upward and saw a huge moth flapping its wings. A ghostly face grew on its head.
Its brows and eyes curved, its lips turned upward, like a clown's mask.
Human arms grew all over its body. They were thin and bony, and when the Giant Moth flew, they all folded together, their fingers interlocked to hold them in place.
It also had long, thin feelers, each tipped with a mouthpart filled with sharp teeth.
At once.
Luo Yan thought of the "Ghost-faced Demon Moths" in the rock paintings!
At that moment, Zhang Tianyi's voice came over the communications channel as well. "Could that be a Ghost-faced Demon Moth?"
Luo Yan said solemnly, "It should be."
So the thing that had laughed just now had not been the Ancient People's phantom, but the moth's cry.
The one that had turned its head had not been an Ancient Person either. The moth's head had been pressed against the Ancient People's phantom, creating that eerie scene.
At that moment, more and more cold laughter rang out across the plaza. Along with it came the sound of wings beating through the air.
One Ghost-faced Demon Moth after another flew