C562 Half-step Spirit

Just then, Mr Dian Loong's eyes showed a trace of fear. He wiped the sweat on his forehead and muttered: "Little friend, those dead people over there seemed to have moved. Look …"

Chen Jie turned his head. On the dead trees, the bodies of those ancient people that were hanged were covered with a faint golden and black light. Every single person's head was slightly spinning