When the divine flood dragon king saw Qin Mu also lying on the floor and acting dead, he was at a loss. He was a god, the divine flood dragon king, the esteemed god of the flood dragons, so how could he escape from trouble by shamelessly playing dead like Hu Ling'er and the rest?
Thump.
The divine flood dragon king collapsed onto the floor, his limbs distorting. His death seemed to be even more miserable than that of Qin Mu, which made it evident it wasn't his first time playing dead.
The huge head came down, but its eyes seemed to be bad. The giant face literally brushed across everyone's bodies as they held their breaths and remained motionless.
Issh.
The stone statue let out a long hiss before slowly straightening up to walk into the darkness. The thumping footsteps gradually went away.
"This stone statue seems to be looking for something." Qin Mu jumped up and pondered over it. "Where did it come from? Great Ruins? Or another world? What is it looking for?"
