The dark figures were sliding down the sand dunes, some seeming to be engulfed, their postures like those of calling for help, yet they emitted no sound.
In the desert at night, such a scene truly appeared eerie and terrifying.
After all, before leaving Wuye City, they had heard the legends of evil ghosts in the desert.
However, Young Hero Duan, with his heroic spirit, despite being instinctively a bit afraid, did not hesitate much. His figure flickered, and he moved towards the dune.
Walking in the desert, it was easy to sink into the sand. Yet at this moment, Duan Yun's figure was like a soaring eagle, both fast and agile.
After a couple of rises and falls, he had arrived near those figures.
When Shen Ying reached the spot, Duan Yun was already examining them.
It was not until then that she could see clearly that these were not real people but rather very lifelike clay figures.
