After venting the fury in his heart, Chen Shouyi refrained from further slaughter and quickly moved away.
After walking one or two kilometers, he heard the footsteps of a church patrol again.
He leaped lightly and reached up to grab the window of a second-floor building beside the street.
Only after the patrol had passed beneath him and gradually moved away did he drop lightly back down.
Watching the figures in the distance, a cold look flashed across Chen Shouyi's eyes:
"The church, the priests, and the patrols! Dongning has clearly fallen completely under the God of Hunting's control. I just don't know whether the God of Hunting is here. If he is, then we're in danger."
Though he was powerful, even a martial artist was no better than an ant against a Savage God—at most, a larger ant.
"I hope I'm not that unlucky!"
Chen Shouyi looked away and quickened his pace.
Just then, the clanging of metal rang out in the distance, seeming to come from the square ahead. He grew slightly wary and continued forward with light steps, soon passing the square.
He followed the sound with his eyes.
At the center of the square stood a massive boulder about five meters high. In the faint light of the torches, more than a dozen stonemasons stood on ladders, wielding wedges and steel chisels as they hammered and chipped away at it.
It was a bizarre statue, neither fully human nor wholly something else. The statue had already taken shape; only a few details remained to be carved.
It had a bird's head and a human body. Its left hand held a spear, while its right grasped a creature that looked like a snake. A pair of red gemstones had been set into its eyes, reflecting a blood-red