The card had turned pitch-black, as if it had been dyed by thick ink. The pattern in the middle was indistinct, as if it had been deliberately erased by a pair of invisible hands.
However, Lin Bai felt that the shape was like an eye, and he had seen it somewhere before. He could not help but think of the huge beast eyes he had seen on the sculpture.
Initially, he did not feel anything when he held the card. It was light and weightless, as if it did not exist. However, it had become bone-chilling and much heavier now.
Lin Bai could not help but suspect that this plate might not belong to Qian Ran and the others. Moreover, it had some mysterious connection with this cave.
Just as Lin Bai was sizing up the card in his hand, the black fog that had been lurking in the dark moved. Lin Bai did not see that the sticky substance in the dark began to become active, just like the shadow monsters that had been nurtured previously.