Ghost Sculptor's Self-Shaping Transformation

The sound came from all directions, as if someone was walking in the forest, causing friction.

"Be careful." Xu Bai placed his hand on the hilt of Ghost Head Blade and narrowed his eyes.

Yun Zihai and the others did not hesitate. They all took a vigilant stance and looked around.

The strange sound only sounded for a moment. After a while, the sound stopped, and the person who made the sound appeared in front of them.

The 16 men in black were the ones who had split up to fight with them.

These men in black had already lost all signs of life. They had all become corpses, but they still retained their human movements.

There was a clay figurine hanging around their necks. The clay figurine was penetrated by a red line and swayed left and right as they walked.

After the men in black appeared, they stopped where they were and surrounded the four of them.

After a while, a voice sounded.

"You might not be able to leave."