Boom, boom, boom...
The stone statue, wielding a giant sword, descended the steps with massive feet stretching several meters long, each step causing the entire hall to tremble and dust to cascade from the ceiling.
The ghost fire elongated his shadow, engulfing all present figures... Reaching halfway down the steps, he suddenly leapt forward.
In midair, the ghost fire continued to flicker in his eye sockets, while the corners of his mouth stretched to the back of his ears, revealing neat teeth and a long tongue.
Boom!
Earth and mountains shook.
He leaped past the remaining steps and landed on the ground.
Qi Xingyu watched the stone statue's action, frowned but didn't want to waste words.
The stone statue's behavior was absurd, as if suppressed for a long time, possessing both the majesty of a mighty being and the playfulness of a child...
