Many figures were hanging from a mountain wall not too far ahead from Yang Ye. There were both men and women of all ages, and there were around 100 of them. All of them wore snow white robes.

The mountain wall behind them was densely covered in symbols that formed a circle, and all the figures were within that circle.

The symbols were spinning according to a certain pattern, and threads of dark brown energy were surging incessantly towards the people within the circle.

Yang Ye noticed that their eyes were closed. They weren’t dead and seemed to be in deep sleep.

Who are they?

Why are they trapped here?

Yang Ye frowned. Suddenly, the palm on his shoulder moved to his back, and then it started to move.

Save!

She’d merely written a single word, and it was ‘save’.

Yang Ye gazed at the symbols and fell silent. Save them? It’s absolutely not that simple. If it was just that, then based on the strength she possesses, she probably wouldn’t need my help. But she wants my help. That’s very unusual.

Suddenly, the woman’s hand started to move on his back again.

Please!

This time, she wrote a single word as well, and it was ‘ple...