"The Undead Race's barracks is like a graveyard." Sun Hang quipped casually, "If we don't solve the key issue, I bet these things will just keep emerging endlessly."
"Then hurry up and solve it!" Wang Xiyi shouted, "I'll hold off these small fry for you. Try to get rid of those things on the monument, or just smash the whole monument if you have to."
"I'll give it a try." Sun Hang stepped in front of the monument, observing the boiling shadows up close. He discovered that these shadows seemed more like Spiritual Body Type Mysterious Creatures, without a physical entity. Or rather, even if they had a physical entity, it was akin to a smoke-like state.
The large hole he had shot open earlier was long gone.
