"If they can't handle it, shall we help them?" Mo Xingchen had the intention to lend a hand. She could see that the headless dead around them had completely awakened, as though they had completed an awakening process, and their actions were no longer as slow as before. They all rushed in the direction of Wang Zhong, including those who crawled on the ground and those who had wings. There were running footsteps and the sound of rolling rocks everywhere, and she even saw a pair of huge eyes in the sky above the canyon. That was a higher-level dead soul, and it definitely had the power of the Heavenly Soul Stage.
"Why? Have you taken a fancy to that kid?" teased Mo Jiu.
Mo Xingchen's cheeks grew flushed and replied, "Uncle Jiu, don't tease me."