The Old Cowboy spoke while dragging an iron shovel out of the mist. He wielded it like a swordsman, and his towering figure exuded a sense of menace.
Once he got closer to the ground, the Old Cowboy quickened his pace. Within just a few breaths, he was racing forward, leaving a trail on the wet grass with the shovel.
Watching the rapidly approaching Old Cowboy, Lin Yi was stunned: "Is this what you call the 'Lost Souls'? At this speed, he could twist your head off!"
Mao Feiyang's attention was entirely away from the Old Cowboy. Even though Lin Yi had released his perception, Mao Feiyang meticulously searched for a certain tombstone.
"This isn't the time for hell jokes, Old Lin."
Lin Yi quickly asked, "Can you use your feathered sculpture now?"
"I can, but it shouldn't be used now," Mao Feiyang replied. "During the 'Layer Transition,' I need to consume a lot of energy to offset the negative effects. In a relatively stable layer, it's better not to use it."
