"This seems to be some kind of altar. How strange—how could these things appear here?"
Tang Lan stepped closer and examined it carefully for a long while, but the doubts in his heart only deepened.
Ning Xian spoke from within the black knife behind his back. "This was not made by the Soul Devouring Ant Swarm. It is more likely the remains of a battlefield from ancient times."
"These are statues of soul beasts and powerful human warriors. Rather than ruins, it would be more accurate to call this a Spirit Altar."
"Every stone statue contains an extremely dense concentration of soul power. I suspect someone summoned the souls of the two races who died in battle here and sealed them within these stone statues."
"That was not a wise thing to do. What were they trying to accomplish?"
Clearly, even Ning Xian could not guess what the person who had set up this Stone Statue Array back then had been thinking.
Tang Lan tried injecting a strand of Soul Power into one of the stone statues, but after waiting for quite some time, there was no reaction at all.
He then created a little sand-and-earth figure about the size of a crab beside him.
The little figure staggered into the cluster of stone statues, yet it likewise failed to trigger any formation.
"Could it be that too much time has passed, and the formation has already failed?"
Tang Lan muttered softly, but his steps did not stop as he walked straight into the area occupied by the stone statues.
A skilled man was naturally bold. Tang Lan was not particularly wary of the strange formation Ning Xian had mentioned.
Instead, he felt that this place surely concealed some unknown secret.
Since the Death God had designated this place as