"Something's floating out!"
Someone shouted in terror.
Sheets of human skin drifted out of the Ancient Temple's main hall. Each had an old, filthy hemp rope attached to it, stained with lingering black blood. Who knew what those ropes had once bound?
"Damn it!"
The man holding a hammer charged ahead.
He swung his hammer!
Thud!
Although he had struck empty air, a muffled thump rang out, as if he had hit a heavy wall.
With that sound,
several drifting human skins seemed to collide with an air wall.
They stopped immediately.
Then they tore apart, disintegrating on the spot.
"Don't panic!"
"These things are strange, but they aren't strong! As long as you don't touch them, you'll be fine!" he shouted sternly, warning his companions.
Just then,
more Awakened emerged from the doorways around the plaza.
At the sight of the vicious ghosts,
many did not hesitate.
They rushed over to help.
Against vicious ghosts, everyone was on the same side. Naturally, they would flee on their own if they encountered something too powerful, but if they could handle it, they would cooperate to eliminate it.
The human skins kept drifting out.
They floated from the main hall like fallen leaves, weightless and seemingly light.
But the ropes attached beneath their navels
were extremely heavy.
An Awakened wielding a large saber tried to cut one apart.
Yet when his blade struck,
it felt like he had hit an iron rope. He could only leave a slight mark, unable to destroy it.
Fortunately,
the human skins controlled them.
Once the skins shattered,
the ropes also broke down into wisps that fell to the ground.
"Let's go."
"There's nothing worth watching."
Gao Jie stood there for a while and saw that the humans in the plaza had gained an overwhelming advantage.