The star river flowed, and the wilderness lay silent.
Ren Ye and Xiaopang crouched "behind" the golden figure, their faces pale with shock. They were utterly bewildered.
They had originally only wanted to see what state these death row inmates, supposedly refined into little golden men after being sacrificed, were in. Did they constantly endure the agonizing extraction and stripping of their spiritual energy, or did they become unconscious living dead...
With that goal, they had approached the first little golden man, but what they found was astonishing.
The gleaming golden human shell was completely empty. There was nothing inside, not even the stench of a decaying, rotting corpse.
"What the hell is going on? Where's the living dead we were promised?!" Li Xiaopang asked, his eyes filled with shock. "Could it be... the Divine Tomb's strange devouring power has already 'eaten' this one clean? And because this little golden man has been here so long, even its distinctive smell has vanished, weathered away completely?"
Sensing the small hole in the back of the golden figure's head, Ren Ye shook his head slightly. "I don't think so... I tested it just now. This golden shell is as hard as a Peerless Treasure. Forget that pebble you casually threw-even an ordinary offensive Magic Treasure striking it at full power probably couldn't leave a mark. How could a shell this hard suddenly have its head cracked open, with a hole the size of a child's fist in the back?"
"You have a point. That little hole really does look strange," Li Xiaopang agreed.
Ren Ye turned slightly toward him, then suddenly asked a chilling question. "Do you think... this entire Death-Sacrifice Ground might contain nothing but shells now? That all the living dead have long since vanished, and they're all empty inside?"