With Liu Li's reminder, Gu Xing shifted his gaze forward.
What appeared before him was a corpse.
No, rather than calling it a corpse...
It was better described as an intact, mountain-sized Demon Race carcass!
And around this immense carcass, there was curiously not a single Demon Race figure in sight.
Yet the thick Demonic Qi pervading the air was hundreds of times stronger than anywhere else before.
Gu Xing observed for a moment.
The endless stream of Demon Race, its source was right here.
"Put me down."
At his words, Liu Li slowly landed. Gu Xing was about to step forward to check, but—bang!—he slammed into an invisible barrier.
Restriction?
Just as he frowned in thought, a disturbance suddenly came from the Beast Taming Space.
The mysterious Demon Pattern that had previously hovered above the Spring of Life was now violently trembling, relentlessly sending urgent thoughts.
It wants me to approach that corpse?
Gu Xing's brows furrowed slightly.
