Chapter 1868 The Celestial Force's Collapse

Just then, the sound of snapping branches echoed from the distance. Atwater immediately raised his head, alert, and looked in that direction. In the darkness, several shadowy figures moved stiffly and unnaturally among the trees. "Who's there?" Atwater shouted. No one answered. There was only the sound of footsteps closing in from all directions. Gripping the Arcane Staff at his waist and drawing his bloomwood sword, Atwater scanned his surroundings. The figures drew closer, and under the moonlight, Atwater finally recognized their faces. Before setting out, the person he had spoken to had sent him a group photo of the geological personnel. But now, they looked nothing like the living. Under the pale moonlight, they cast no shadows. Their eyes were pitch-black, their skin ashen, and their lips twisted into eerie grins. Atwater tightened his grip on the Arcane Staff and the bloomwood sword. Someone had used witchcraft to control these people. It was no wonder the Celestial Force