"Here has also withered away..." Sister Frieda sighed softly.
This is a beautiful city that has already died.
Su Ziyu's senses spread out as he slightly tilted his ear to listen, then said, "It seems like there's some activity over there."
A series of steps appeared ahead.
Just as the group was preparing to head over, a white shadow suddenly appeared out of thin air in front, like a spectral soul, strolling on the steps by itself.
"A residual shadow of a soul..." Sister Frieda said softly, "It's an image left from the past."
It's not an enemy.
Nor is it a soul.
Just some shadows left from the past, the white figure walked a few paces slowly and then gradually faded away. Su Ziyu reached out to touch it without feeling anything, lacking both a physical and a spirit body presence.
"Pollution detected!"
