The creatures were covered in countless cracks, their hair dry and withered, their eyes hollow.
What was even more striking were the massive shackles on their legs and the collars around their necks, revealing their true identities.
"Prisoners?"
Jiang Chengxuan's eyes widened in surprise. He couldn't understand why such a race would exist in this desolate land.
He could sense that these weren't just illusions, but actual living beings with remnants of life energy. However, their current state was almost like being half-dead.
"They seem to be wandering aimlessly…"
After observing for a while, Jiang Chengxuan realized that these creatures seemed to have no purpose, just aimlessly walking around.
But he had a faint suspicion that these beings were intricately linked to the original runes.
"There may be more of these creatures here. I should look for them."
Trusting his intuition, Jiang Chengxuan decided to focus more on these creatures.
