Mo Lin was alone, while the others dispersed after entering.
The sky twinkled with starlight, the night was pitch-black, only adorned with stars.
After others entered here, they began to group up to prepare against the sinister threats.
Mo Lin suddenly felt a chill, then stood up cautiously, staring straight ahead.
Mo Lin always felt as if something was watching him from the front.
In that instant, all the hairs on Mo Lin's body stood on end.
"Boom..."
A rumbling sound came from the ground.
Directly ahead, a three-meter-high statue flew straight towards Mo Lin.
This was a multicolored statue, with a body proportion of 3:1.
The upper body was particularly large, while the lower body was very small.
A particularly large head, no neck, and a pair of relatively short legs.
A rectangular face.
As this statue appeared, a sense of oppression instantly surged forth.
Mo Lin held the Cyan Cloud Sword in his right hand, cautiously staring at the statue.
