"What kind of beings are those?" Cao Yusheng and the others rushed over, staring at the two tattered corpses.
The gray mist dispersed. They were clad in bronze armor, wielding green-rusted golden halberds. Their appearance was ancient beyond compare, as if they had walked out from an eternity ago.
"Oh heavens, what kind of beings are these? Why do they carry such a profound, ancient aura, as though they hail from a bygone epoch."
The feeling was strange, making one feel as if they were confronting an ancient account rather than living creatures—imbued with a sediment of time, shrouded in a sense of ineffable desolation.
"You should not have slain us..."
Suddenly, one of the beings spoke weakly. No trace of Life Essence, nor fluctuation of divine soul was present, yet it managed to utter these few words with great difficulty.
"Aoo-ooo..." The Little Bunny bolted, crying out in fright, disappearing in a blur of motion, thoroughly startled.
