A moment later,
A faint, clear radiance slowly lit up beneath the great pit. Chunks of rubble rose soundlessly into the air beneath its glow, then quietly settled onto the ground beyond the pit.
The entire excavation and clearing process remained absolutely silent, without the slightest movement.
Before long, the ruined Stone Mountain at the bottom of the pit had been removed, and one grayish-white stone statue after another gradually emerged from the hundreds-of-zhang-deep pit.
After the enormous explosion just now, these stone statues had somehow remained completely intact. In fact, seven or eight of them had inexplicably gained a thick layer of stone shell over their surfaces.
Zhao Sheng secretly marveled at this and could not help taking these grayish-white stone statues even more seriously.
He spent considerable effort cleaning each statue and carefully placing them to one side.
Just as Zhao Sheng busied himself clearing the rubble and rearranging the statues, a sudden change erupted!
With a crash, a pile of rubble near the center of the pit suddenly collapsed. Countless stones tumbled away in both directions, and a slender figure clad in white armor abruptly stood up from the debris.
Zhao Sheng jerked his head up and saw a streak of white light flash before his eyes. It was unbelievably fast, seemingly ignoring the distance of space and time. The instant he saw it, it had already pierced straight through his heart.
A gaping hole immediately appeared in Zhao Sheng's chest. Blood gushed from it like a fountain, splattering everywhere.
After being stained with blood, the white light became far more spirited. A great humming sound suddenly rang out, and it revealed its true form: a strange weapon pointed at both ends, like a shuttle.
Its master beckoned with one hand, and the Light Splitting Thorn instantly