"Boom!"
Jiang Qiao's figure flickered as he threw punch after punch, blasting more than a dozen strange birds apart in midair.
Meanwhile.
Fang Xun stood motionless.
Yet a strange, inexplicable aura seeped from his body.
"Creak!"
"Creak!"
"Creak!"
It sounded like a door lock rattling, faint and intermittent. Yet with every sound, a monster fell to the ground and went still.
However, the evil creatures Fang Xun killed were not strange birds.
They were a kind of evil spider.
Each was the size of a millstone.
They had the eight legs and body of a spider, but atop their bodies was a corpse's head with its eyes tightly shut.
"These monsters can't be killed off completely."
"They're evil creatures born under the influence of the River of Forgetfulness's paranormal power."
"Let's leave first."
"We can't stay in one place for too long."
Fang Xun said.
"Okay!"
After smashing another evil creature, Jiang Qiao had also realized that these things were not true Vicious Ghosts. As Fang Xun had said, they existed on the boundary between materialism and idealism.
They neither existed nor did they exist.
Very unique.
Killing them was like destroying illusions, but after they died, they would always drop something.
For example, dry bones.
Twisted fingers and broken teeth.
Filthy hair.
These things looked as though they had been soaked in water for a long time, wet and already rotten.
"Let's find the Bridge of Helplessness first."
"As long as we get onto the Bridge of Helplessness, the evil spirits won't be able to do anything to us."
Fang Xun said.
He charged ahead in the direction of the river's upper reaches.
Jiang Qiao did not ask any questions.
He followed close behind.
He did not know where the Bridge of Helplessness was either. He would have had