In their "head" positions, there was a dark red crystal stone embedded, flickering with a fierce and chaotic light like a monocular eye. They seemed to be attracted by the chaotic power that dissipated when Luo Qingchen was cultivating or by the breath of these beings.
"Are they puppets?" Lin Wan'er whispered, the emerald longsword already drawn, its blade shimmering with brilliance.
"Doesn't seem like it... More like remnants that move independently after being corrupted by chaotic energy." Luo Qingchen stood up, holding the Black Dragon Sword in his hand. Having refined a Moonlight Orchid and adapted slightly to the energy here, his condition was much better than when he first arrived, able to exert three or four tenths of his fighting power now.
