The moment Wang Xian stepped out of the tavern, he felt a bone-chilling cold.
This cold was not coldness in the sense of temperature, but the chill that arose as though he had been targeted by something terrifying.
The Emperor Dragon Spear appeared in Wang Xian's hand. His eyes swept across the empty street, trying to find the source of that icy sensation.
Unfortunately, he found nothing.
The six Winged Human Race girls crowded together as they came to Wang Xian's side. Each held a longbow, with arrows condensed from magical power of different attributes already nocked. The moment any suspicious target appeared, it would be met with their deadly attacks.
"My lord..."
Feng Yu greeted Wang Xian softly.
Wang Xian nodded, his gaze continuing to scan the deserted street.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, a figure appeared within Wang Xian's field of vision, slowly making its way toward them.
Wang Xian frowned slightly.
The figure seemed to be shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see what it truly was. The only thing certain was that its limbs were somewhat uncoordinated, and it walked in an extremely bizarre manner, as though each of its four limbs were controlled by a different brain.
"My lord, what are you looking at?"
Feng Yu suddenly asked.
"You don't see that thing slowly walking toward us?"
Wang Xian pointed with his left hand at the increasingly close figure.
Feng Yu and her five clanswomen looked in the direction Wang Xian pointed, but they saw nothing.
"My lord, we can't see anything."
Feng Yu's voice began to tremble.
Before night fell in this ancient city, they had wandered through it, trying to find a way out and uncover its secrets. But when darkness descended, all the city's residents suddenly vanished, along with everything else. That was when