But what peeled off wasn't just the painted layer on the Terracotta Warriors.
When large chunks of clay flaked off these Terracotta Warriors and fell to the ground, shattering, what was exposed was clearly not something lifeless.
They... or rather, they, each had a withered face, their skin having perhaps turned to a grey-black color due to the tight adhesion with the clay over the long years.
They... were bowing their heads.
But among them, soon there were those who raised their heads... their eyes were closed, but soon, there were those who opened their eyes.
Crack, crack, plop...
The clay layers on the Terracotta Warriors finally peeled off completely, a plume of grey dust rising at their feet, filling the air with a smell of decay.
The Song Family Descendant Soldiers instinctively raised their modern weapons at this moment, pointing their Weapons towards Song Haoran and the others, while the Li Family's old masters reacted a bit more slowly.
