The atmosphere in the valley was a little oppressive.
Li Changshou looked at the figure in front of him and felt that he was facing a bloody human history.
The Great Daoist Master was sitting by the river and grilling fish. Ling'e and Youqin Xuanya were standing behind Li Changshou. At that moment, they were frowning and staring at the hundreds of figures standing by the river.
It was difficult for those figures to be called living beings.
There were no fluctuations in their auras. Their eyes were lifeless and they were motionless like clay statues.
However, they were indeed living beings.
They were still alive. Most of them had wounds on their bodies, and half of them had missing limbs. Under the ancient-looking armor, they seemed to be sleeping ferocious beasts.
"Senior Brother, they are…"
"People."
Great Daoist Master Xuan Du stood up with the grilled fish and smiled as he gestured. A man and a woman walked out of the hundred-odd people.
