The sudden movement of the statue startled everyone, causing them to step back involuntarily. Zhang Zhi's expression also changed abruptly as he tightened his grip on the Xuanyang Sword. The blade quivered slightly, reflecting a cold, piercing light. Yet, his gaze remained fixed firmly on the statue, revealing a resolute determination never to back down.
"Everyone be careful. This statue is likely no simple thing," Zhang Zhi said in a low voice, heavy with gravity. His voice sounded exceptionally clear in the spacious hall, only to be quickly swallowed by the surrounding silence.
Tall and majestic, the statue exuded an aura of awe. Carved from a single massive block of black stone, every line was rigid and sharp, seemingly imbued with endless power. The statue's eyes burned like twin flames, staring straight at the group as if scrutinizing their souls, making everyone feel small and insignificant beneath its gaze.
Chapter 67