Wisps of white mist crazily converged toward Jiang Liu.
"Chirp! Chirp! Chirp!" A string of hurried cries suddenly rang out.
It was probably the unknown creatures. Sensing the white mist rushing toward them, they immediately began crying out in alarm.
Clearly, they could no longer afford to keep hiding.
After all, that attack just now had exposed them.
Even so, they still remained hidden within the white mist, not daring to reveal themselves at all.
This showed that these unknown creatures were indeed not very strong. They did not even have the courage to come out and fight him directly.
However, Jiang Liu had no intention of concerning himself with what these unknown creatures were thinking.
Right now, he only wanted to eliminate some of them and see whether he could approach that mysterious building.
The souls of the martial artists who had died on this battlefield had very likely been absorbed by that building.
Jiang Liu thought of the temple he had built and the statue he had carved when he had broken through into the Divine Realm.
"Could it be that the same things exist inside that building as well?"
From the way they manifested, a martial artist's soul was also largely similar to willpower and Faith Power.
However, there was a fundamental difference between them.
Willpower and Faith Power would continue to accumulate.
But if a soul received no replenishment after a period of time, it would grow weaker and weaker.
It was highly likely that the mysterious building possessed some means of allowing those souls to maintain their strength.
Thus, Jiang Liu guessed that the mysterious building was collecting the souls of the martial artists who had died here to achieve some purpose.
One had to know that all these dead martial artists had been at