At first, Jiang Liu had thought the sound of dripping water came from the corpses of the warriors who had died in battle.
It was the sound of blood, moistened and rotted by the nourishment of the white mist, dripping down.
But now, it seemed that was not the case.
Because although the insect queen had not said anything about the corpses of those dead warriors,
Jiang Liu could imagine that they had certainly all been gnawed clean by the Sacred Insect race.
Therefore, it was impossible for any intact warrior corpses to remain here.
The most intact corpses in this battlefield were probably the bodies on the Battlefield Fiend.
However, the appearance of the Battlefield Fiend had left even Jiang Liu somewhat curious.
Although Jiang Liu could imagine that the assembly of those bodies had been carried out by the soul within the head,
why was there a soul inside that head in the first place?
Moreover, so many warriors had died on this battlefield. Where had all their souls gone?
Had they simply vanished naturally?
After a soul separated from its body for a period of time, it would naturally dissipate if it failed to find a suitable host.
However, during the time after separating from their bodies, those warriors' souls would not care whether a host was suitable. As long as it was a living creature, they would enter it first and find a place to reside.
After all, they had already lost even their lives. How could they still care what form their survival took?
Although the insect queen had not said exactly how many warriors had died on this battlefield,
judging from the number of insects just now, it could be inferred that quite a few warriors had died here.
Although not many warriors should