Lu Yu didn't even look at him; only those who had experienced Soul Power could understand that Luo Sha hadn't been as relaxed as he appeared, at least not as relaxed as seen by others.
Compared to the Ancient Fire Spirit God, Lu Yu was more concerned about another direction, where the rolling black cloud had already pressed down to the ground, and a mysterious fog shrouded the city wall with almost zero visibility.
So far, there had been no attacks, which made the fierce battles on the other side seem even more bizarre in contrast.
This, instead, caused more worry and anxiety.
"It's here." Ling Yuyan stared at the black fog and spoke to those around.
From the fog emerged a group of villagers with mechanical movements like puppets; they walked to the foot of the city wall, stood beneath it, and clawed at the wall with their hands, trying to climb up the steep wall.
"What are those things?" A guard poked his head out to look at the crowded villagers below and questioned.
