While the battle of the Yan Clan was raging fiercely, on the other side.
Beyond the southwestern frontier.
An abandoned village.
In the center of this abandoned village, there was a massive stone mound.
At first glance, these stone mounds were quite similar to the statues on Easter Island, an ancient island in the west.
Each stone within these mounds was as large as a basketball court.
The stones appeared to be piled haphazardly.
But on closer inspection, it could be seen that ancient symbols were carved on the stones.
Unfortunately, many of these symbols were obscured by moss.
Beside this peculiar stone mound, there were over a hundred black-clad men sitting cross-legged, their heads lowered, muttering strange sounds as if chanting some kind of spell.
At that moment, a black-clad man suddenly stood up.
He removed the wide hat from his head, revealing the face of a middle-aged man.
If Zhou Yu were here, he would undoubtedly recognize him at a glance.
