"Wha... what's happening?" Zhu Chun's voice trembled, his eyes filled with terror and confusion.
The crowd instantly went on high alert, their soul power circulating as they vigilantly scanned their surroundings.
The sixteen giant sculptures that had been motionless now seemed to be given life. Their eyes flickered with a ghostly blue light, and one cold gaze after another shot directly at the group.
"Damn, it looks like the mechanism has been triggered!"
"Not good, everyone spread out quickly!"
Amidst the exclamations, a deafening roar suddenly erupted.
The sixteen sculptures simultaneously exerted force, their swords, spears, and halberds enveloped with powerful soul power, raining down upon the crowd.
Xu Wendong reacted swiftly, soul power surging instantly to his legs. In the nick of time, he stretched out his arms, securely lifting Li Jiayin and Zhao Ying'er, and swiftly retreated.
