All three sprang backward, and Chen Lin even took out the Xuantian Seal.
The figure that had entered did the same. Upon spotting the three of them, he retreated more than a hundred meters in the opposite direction, looking tense.
But neither side left the cyan stone street.
The statues outside stretched as far as the eye could see. Anyone with a shred of common sense would avoid them.
Once the newcomer steadied himself, Chen Lin saw that he was humanoid, though still quite different from an ordinary human.
For one thing, he stood only about three feet tall, while his arms were so long they could touch the ground. If not for his lack of fur, he would have looked rather like an ape.
Judging by his face, he appeared middle-aged and even somewhat handsome, with strong features and a hint of authority in his eyes and brows.
He held a silver spear.
"Where have you come from, and where are you going?"
They stared at each other for ages. Then Chen Lin's eyes flickered, and he spoke in imitation of a Nightmare Realm Creature.
The short man across from them grew visibly more nervous.
The three of them looked far too much like Nightmare Realm Creatures. Grass actually was one, Hundred Flowers Fairy was a phantom with a petal above her head, and only Chen Lin looked relatively normal—yet he had asked a baffling question.
Most importantly, all three treated the Nightmare Qi here as though it were nothing.
"Where have you come from, and where are you going?"
Chen Lin raised his voice, his tone turning chilling.
He was not worried the man would fail to understand. Anyone who entered the Nightmare Realm came under its rules and could communicate regardless of language.
It was strange, but