While these questions arose in Lin Yi's mind, Wei Shan had not been idle. His golden aura swept over like flames surging across a chef's stove, roasting the Grinning Angel into a clay statue with a hideous expression on the spot.
Then Wei Shan stepped onto the Grinning Angel statue. With a little force, countless marks like ice cracks spread across it. The next moment, with a bang, the Grinning Angel statue fell apart, shattering into stones scattered across the ground.
A Feather Pupil slowly rolled out of the pile of stones.
Wei Shan did not even look at the Feather Pupil. Steam rose from his mouth and nose as he tightened his grip on the baseball bat, and his golden aura coated it like plating.
This technique closely resembled the security guard's, except that it lacked the sharp, fang-like spikes found only on the security guard's baseball bat.
"Heh heh heh... hey-"
Wei Shan swung the golden baseball bat backhanded, sending golden ripples spreading outward like tangible waves of water. The surrounding supernatural creatures fled, terrified of being caught in them.
The Forest of the Dead's Steles chanted without pause, but spread out somewhat like a vast swarm of writhing snakes. Fury appeared on its countless, nearly identical human faces, while the scattered Grinning Angels circled overhead, no longer daring to approach Wei Shan.
But neither the Forest of the Dead's Steles nor the Grinning Angels gave up. They began making similar calls, though what they were calling for was unknown.
Gradually, however, countless night-walking species poured out of the Wooded Belt, surrounding Wei Shan like a tide of corpses.
"Scrape, scrape, scrape... scrape, scrape, scrape..."
The sounds of howling winds and torrential rain were soon drowned out by the scraping of stones against the ground. These night-walking species