Rows of soldier statues stood in the distance, vast and imposing. A single glance was enough for Duan Lingtian to estimate their number: there were at least a thousand.
"Is the eighth trial to wipe them all out?"
Filled with doubt, Duan Lingtian slowly approached the phalanx. The sheer mass of a thousand statues exerted an inexplicable sense of oppression. He could not even find the words to describe it.
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