"Don't look at those who have turned into sculptures! They have already transformed. Looking at them is the same as looking at those demon sculptures. You will also turn!"
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat, and his body trembled slightly.
"Thank you, Brother Ye. I was too careless..."
Lin Qiye said calmly, "You are welcome. Let's move forward."
"Okay."
"Brother Ye, did many practitioners die?"
"Yes, according to the cries, about three thousand people died."
"Three thousand?" Chen Fan gasped.
"We just entered the Black Fog Swamp, and three thousand people died? That isn't very pleasant! Brother Ye, are we not going to make it to Star City?"
Lin Qiye's facial features are cold. "No."
Upon hearing Lin Qiye's positive answer, Chen Fan didn't know why, but he calmed down.
"I'm relieved to have Brother Ye! We could get into Star City safely!"
Chen Fan sounded excited.