When Shen Bai's words reached their ears, Huang Guang and Kong Fang suspected they had misheard.
By now, the blood-stained statue's aura had grown stronger and stronger. Despite its miserable appearance of being charred black by the Fire Poison, its power was actually skyrocketing.
Yet Shen Bai spoke of it so casually.
"Daoist, you rest. We're going to help Brother Shen!"
Kong Fang set the Daoist down and prepared to go help Shen Bai alongside Huang Guang.
After all, the three of them were a team. In such a dangerous environment, they had to help each other to complete their mission.
But before they could take more than a few steps, a horrifying scene unfolded.
The abomination, which had been on the verge of waking, finally stirred. Its flaming hand gripped a long blade and swung it down at Shen Bai.
The terrifying whistle of the blade carried a sound of tearing air. Though the clay blade was as heavy as a mountain, it radiated a sinister, snake-like coldness.
