Six stone statues, each four to five zhang tall and all in the shape of women, stood on the beach.
They were even taller and larger than the giant stone statues on Easter Island on Earth.
The crucial point was that these six towering stone statues of women were lifelike, vivid, and exquisite.
They were lined up in a row along the coastline.
The southernmost one was a beautiful woman with a huge conch hanging from her waist.
The second woman carried many magical treasures of various styles on her body—sabers, spears, clubs, halberds, axes, hooks, and forks—resembling a peddler wandering through the streets.
The third woman stood atop a giant stone drum, holding a pair of drumsticks in both hands.
The fourth woman had a short stick tucked diagonally at her waist, with a yellow bird squatting on her shoulder.
The fifth disciple also had a short stick tucked at her waist, but her body was coiled with a black divine dragon.
The sixth woman looked like a vixen, trailing many tails behind her.
That was not the key point; the key was that this woman was stepping on a cannon with her left foot, holding a gun in her hand, and taking aim.
It was not a red-tasseled spear.
It was an old-fashioned matchlock gun of the type that fired gunpowder.
A cannon?
A matchlock gun?
Li Feng's worldview collapsed once again.
Seeing Sun Wukong in this world would not have surprised Li Feng as much as seeing firearms and artillery.
"What is going on? How can there be this kind of thing i…
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