An unknown distance from Ying Feng, atop a canyon, Xia Hanshi looked down with a cold gaze.
Through the thin mist, a small settlement was visible in the canyon below. Stone houses built from Aurora Stones emitted a soft glow, their light linking together to delineate the living quarters.
But at this moment, the thousands of residents below were like manipulated puppets, frozen to the ground in the exact same kneeling posture. Their knees were sunk deep into the soil, their spines bent into stiff arcs, and their hands hung limply at their sides.
All the desiccated bodies were precisely aligned toward the central area, forming concentric circles.
The skin of these kneeling figures clung tightly to their skeletons, and their eye sockets were sunken, pitch-black voids. The center of the ring formation was empty, save for a dark red energy imprint left on the ground.
"Sigh…" A sigh came from beside Xia Hanshi. "How many does this make?"
