That day, explosions and screams rang out without pause in the White Ghost Forest.
One White Ghost camp after another was wiped out. The alien races that had lived in this region for years had never suffered such a calamity.
In the past, they had always been the ones slaughtering and torturing their prey.
But today, they had become the prey.
This sudden change in status brought them no joy whatsoever.
Evening.
Luo Yan and the other two stood before a massive camp.
It was the largest camp they had seen that day.
The White Ghosts inside the camp had already lined up before the gate. There were so many of them that even if there weren't a thousand, there were at least eight hundred.
After three drumbeats, a stone seat was carried out. An aged White Ghost sat upon it.
Its hair was sparse, its waist was thick, and a necklace made from the skulls of various creatures hung around its neck.
The aged White Ghost looked at the several "Xiniang" mecha and shouted something unintelligible. The surrounding White Ghosts began howling.
Then they began dancing wildly, apparently celebrating something.
Li Yuqing's voice came through the communications channel. "Captain, what are they doing?"
Luo Yan muttered, "How should I know? I can't understand a word of their gibberish."
Jing Yu was more concerned with who would make the move this time. Luo Yan said, "You and Yuqing have both worked hard today. Let me handle this one."
At that moment, the gate of the tent in the distance opened.
One White Ghost after another came out. Each of them was pulling a rope woven from vines.
No one knew what they were hauling, but it was clear they were struggling mightily.
After a while, the White Ghosts dragged a