"Hmph! Since you want to break it, I'll let you break it!"
Qin Shaofeng's expression suddenly turned grim as he muttered in a low voice, "Did you really think the Twelve Stone Sculptures I made were merely decorations for that room?"
The corners of his mouth curved up once more.
He slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, his consciousness was no longer within his true body, but inside the room that was about to be breached.
The Twelve Stone Sculptures opened their eyes in unison.
Radiant Lamp and the others had clearly sensed the direction in which the five Destruction Clan experts were helping attack. More than a hundred people were now continuously bombarding the corner of the wall.
"Heh! No one's watching me?"
The corners of the Twelve Stone Sculptures' mouths rose together.
The next moment, all Twelve Stone Sculptures began to crack.
Only when a series of cracking sounds rang out did Radiant Lamp and the experts of the seven clans finally take notice.
They all turned around.
When they saw the Twelve Stone Sculptures covered in cracks, they all felt a life-and-death crisis descend upon them.
"Not good! That brat detonated all the restrictions!"
Radiant Lamp saw through the situation at a glance. As he cried out, dazzling light already shone forth, protecting everyone within it.
At the same time.
Within the twelve exploding stone sculptures, twelve incomparably dazzling blade lights appeared.
The blade lights had not been left behind by Qin Shaofeng.
Rather, they were endless restriction attacks he had created by using his understanding of divine pattern restrictions.
The Twelve Restriction Blade Lights slashed directly toward Radiant Lamp and the hundred-odd people.
It might have sounded slow when described, but in truth, it all happened in the blink of an eye.
Only