Within the dimly lit outer section of the Sacred Mausoleum, a group of players followed closely behind Jiang Dali as they slowly advanced.
Every now and then, one or two stone sculpture monsters would suddenly emerge from dark corners, only to be smashed into rubble by one or two casual punches from Jiang Dali the instant they appeared, without any chance to resist.
After this happened several times in a row, the players trailing behind him gradually grew bolder and began whispering among themselves.
"Why do these so-called evil stone sculpture puppets feel like nothing special? Not one of them can last more than two moves against the Great Mountain Lord."
"I could do it too? Bro, that's an illusion. The Great Mountain Lord is just too strong. Don't think we could handle them as well. If we went up, it might take at least dozens of exchanges to knock one of these stone sculptures down."
"How are there enough stone sculpture puppets for everyone with so few of them? The Great Mountain Lord knocks them down the moment they appear. We can only watch from behind and can't even touch them. We have no idea how strong they are."
"Exactly! Better bring more of them. One for each person! No—ten each, so we can really have some fun!"
Rumble, rumble—
Almost as soon as several players finished speaking, the ground trembled. Dust billowed through the dark tombs in the distance, as though a large number of stone sculpture puppets were charging toward them.
All the players instinctively stopped.
Jiang Dali also halted at that moment, turning back to tell the players in a deep voice, "Stay alert. A large number of stone sculpture puppets are approaching. Soon, this stronghold master may not have the spare attention to ensure your