These people spoke somewhat like the Khitan. At the very least, their language belonged to the Khitan language family, though it was unclear what connection they had to the people of the Liao Kingdom.
This group of "dead men" was extraordinarily bold.
Even after seeing a dragon fall right in front of them, these tomb guardians dared to charge forward. They had the courage, but their horses were cowed by its aura and refused to advance.
When their riders tried to urge them forward, the horses scattered. Amid the darkness, Wilds, and confusion, tomb guardians fell from their mounts, breaking their necks in the fall or beneath trampling hooves, and died on the spot.
There were other things, too. Lin Feng saw them clearly: the pillars inside began to grow mottled, and lights appeared in the empty tents, as though living people inside had been woken by the commotion and were coming out to see what was happening.
For that brief instant, Lin Feng was absolutely certain he saw people. But when he looked more closely, there was nothing there.
Yet the light continued to spread.
Lin Feng saw Granny Weiming's hair stand on end.
"Light the torches!"
She shouted, and someone immediately lit a torch. These Shamans obeyed Granny Weiming without question. Lighting torches in the darkness might turn them into targets, but none of them hesitated!
Torches were lit at once, and the two kinds of light clashed.
Different spectra.
Different lights.
The two groups caught in the light suffered entirely different fates. Those illuminated by the burning fat of the Yellow River's strange fish covered their eyes as it scorched them. Those touched by the other light disappeared without a sound.
"Go! Into the underground tomb!"
The scene was utter chaos. Lin Feng saw the Ancient God