It was like a spring bamboo shoot after a thunderstorm.
It grew at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Very soon, it had become a colossal creature three or four stories tall.
The quasi-liquid metal substance that formed the entire "relief" was still surging toward it madly.
It transformed into ever more tentacles, limbs, eyes, and claws, telling the two people standing dumbfounded before it, tiny beyond compare, that its current height and savage form were far from its limit.
When one enormous eyeball after another, formed from quasi-liquid metal substance, squeezed out from its folds like ugly tumors, rolling wildly about before finally turning toward Meng Chao.
Though the surfaces of the eyeballs still gleamed with a metallic luster, like cold, lifeless objects.
The crystal-like pupils deep within them shot forth the ravenous killing intent unique to predators.
Tens of thousands of gazes were like tens of thousands of highly destructive rays, piercing through Meng Chao's brain and making the corners of his eyes twitch as his head felt ready to split apart.
An incomparably shrill voice surfaced in his mind.
As though supreme gods and devils were commanding him to kneel, to worship this "Totem Pole" as the Turan Orc had done nearly ten thousand years ago.
Meng Chao gritted his teeth.
Only by using his willpower like two steel nails, driving them hard through his spine and knee joints, could he barely contend against this incomparably bizarre statue.
"Don't kneel!"
The Wolf King had received the same message. Seeing Meng Chao's incessantly trembling back and legs, he broke out in a cold sweat and fired off his words like a string of cannon blasts. "This is the final test before entering the Holy Mountain Temple, and also a trap set by the ancestral spirits. You must