Long Yan's heart trembled upon hearing the Buddha's chant; there was no doubt about it—it was Release's voice, and immediately, the situation he dreaded most unfolded.
"You eighteen have been here for a very long time; perhaps it's time for some activity."
As soon as Release finished speaking, a series of crisp sounds came from the seventeen other Arhat statues beside the main hall. Long Yan was facing an Arhat riding a Golden Deer; not only did the Arhat statue come to life, but even its mount did as well.
A flash of golden light shot past, and before Long Yan could compose himself, he was struck and sent flying, his body feeling as if it had fallen apart, utterly powerless. One after another, the eighteen figures descended from the Buddha statues, instantly enclosing the once-spacious hall completely.
