Amidst that low chanting, everyone felt a chill in their hearts. The sound seemed to carry a bewitching magic that unsettled their minds, causing fear to sprout wildly like weeds in the depths of their souls. The statue's attacks grew increasingly ferocious; every swing of its giant arms whipped up a gale, and the group scrambled and dodged in the narrow temple, their figures fluttering unpredictably like phantoms.
Dodging the statue's onslaught, Zhang Zhi shouted aloud, "There is definitely something strange about this chanting! We must find the source first, or if we remain on the passive defensive like this, we'll be buried here sooner or later!" His voice sounded exceptionally resolute amidst the chaotic scene. Sweat trickled down his forehead and dripped into his eyes, causing a stinging pain, but his gaze remained fixed tightly on the unknown danger.
Qingfeng answered, "Indeed, but right now this statue is blocking our path. We need to subdue it first!" With that, a flash of light burst from his hand, and a talisman shot forth, glittering with mysterious runes like brilliant stars. Imbued with a fierce momentum, the talisman flew straight and plastered itself onto the statue's body.
Chapter 47