Pan Yang, whose mind was clouded by opportunity, was also startled by the sudden shriek, his body shivering as he drew the long sword from his waist, vigilantly looking in the direction of the sound.
Finally, under the watchful eyes of Liou Yuan and Pan Yang.
Boom! The vegetation blocking the three entrances exploded simultaneously.
Liou Yuan saw three human-shaped creatures shackled by chains crawling out from the dark cave.
They were in tattered clothes, wearing attire from unknown ages.
Their facial features and flesh were shriveled, long becoming unrecognizable and indistinguishable as male or female.
The only part of them that still resembled human form was their bulging eyes protruding from their faces.
Their gaze was devoid of reason, only filled with bloodthirsty madness.
Dense death aura wrapped around their bodies, indicating that these chained corpses were no longer living.
"Live corpses?" Liou Yuan muttered in a solemn voice.
