Li and Chi and the others could not help holding their breath.
This was their first time seeing Xia Fan unleash his full firepower—lightning bolts and projectiles kept driving deeper toward the statue, as though they were struggling to push through layer upon layer of obstacles. Though their speed had slowed by many times, they were still considerably faster than when they had first encountered it on the Tree Boat. At this rate, Sorcery Art would strike the target in a few dozen breaths.
At that very moment, the stone carving raised its head toward the sky.
Its pitch-black hood slowly slipped down, revealing a head of straight long hair—or rather, threads.
Li suddenly recalled that Luo Qingqing had seen such threads before—they connected to most of the living aboard the Tree Boat, and whenever someone died, they brought it an endless stream of qi.
So... that was the Evil Spirit's hair?
She instinctively glanced at her own chest.
Was an invisible black thread connecting her to it as well?
When the statue fully lifted its head, the hands covering its face quietly parted by a slit. Through that gap, Xia Fan caught sight of numerous writhing eyes—
In an instant, an extremely ominous premonition surged through him!
Before he could even think, he leaned back and dove toward the outside of the temple.
At the same time, gale-force winds erupted, and the dark clouds in the sky suddenly condensed into a pillar of cloud and mist that plunged toward the stone statue!
"Chi!" Li cried.
The Dragon Girl, swaying precariously in midair under the blast, shook her head repeatedly. "No! I can't control this—it isn't real wind!"
As the dark clouds continued pouring in, the statue itself began changing from black to grayish white. In less than a few