This creature was covered with scales, shimmering with silver light, and lay motionless. It was over two meters long, its muscles taut and full of strength.
"It's already dead." Ye Fan let out a sigh of relief.
He used the stone dagger to flip it over, allowing its face to turn upwards. It had a human-like appearance; if not for the fine scales, this creature could be considered a handsome man.
In the purple mountain, there was definitely not just one of these creatures. The invisible malice gathering around him indicated that at least one more was still alive.
Ye Fan discovered a broken stone tablet pressed under the silver creature. He pieced the fragments together, only managing to read, "Those who move it will die," while the rest was indecipherable.
A sense of foreboding arose in him. *These were human writings. Could these Ancient creatures have died because they moved something? Could it be this Source before him?*
