Beneath the crimson moonlight, three prodigies dressed in clothing bearing the Imperial Clan's insignia walked slowly across the sand.
Their expressions were vacant and their limbs stiff as they wandered this vast stretch of sand like walking corpses.
Lin Ke hid in a cave formed by a pile of scattered rocks, watching the three from afar.
His brows twitched, a trace of puzzlement flashing through his eyes. "What's going on with those three?"
In his perception, the vitality within the three flickered uncertainly, seemingly present yet absent. They did not seem like living creatures at all.
The Dream-Eating Gecko poked his head out. "Judging by their auras, why do I feel like their souls have already been obliterated?"
The most important thing within a living being was undoubtedly its soul, also known as its spirit.
Once it was lost, the creature would die completely.
Yet the three before him felt as though someone had extracted their souls without killing their bodies, leaving them as walking corpses whose physical bodies could still move freely.
Yang Pupil-open!
With a thought, Lin Ke activated his Yang Pupil and examined the power within the three.
He would have been better off not looking. What he saw immediately made his hair stand on end.
Within the three, Spirit Power and the light of their souls were entirely absent, replaced by an eerily writhing mass of red light.
That red light spread through almost their entire bodies, occupying the meridians that had once circulated Spirit Power, their internal organs, and even their Seas of Consciousness.
Apart from looking no different from ordinary people on the outside, their insides had long since been devoured clean by the eerie red light.
Only empty shells remained!
"Could it be because of that blood moon?"
As he pondered, Lin Ke