My legs feel a bit weak... still haven't recovered yet.
But this feeling isn't bad.
Mu Qingyue slightly lowered her head.
Lu Jin'an reached out to support her, a strange gleam flashing in his eyes. Senior Sister's sword that severed space... truly mysterious.
He didn't ponder on it for the moment, instead lifting his gaze to the stone statue, a faint glimmer sparkling in his pitch-black pupils: "Stay put for now."
Looking at the stone statue, among the cracks splitting from the head, shoulders, and arms, faint hints of flesh and blood seemed to pulsate. The patterns on it resembled ancient spells, preserving the body from decay for tens of thousands of years.
It seemed the assault had momentarily ceased, but all the stone statues seemed to have shifted slightly.
They wielded knives and axes, their gaze as sharp as a blade, exuding a majestic aura, their weapons in hand appearing ready to plunge down at any moment, to decapitate.
