The twelve statues floated in midair. No—more accurately, the great hall had no floor at all. It was nothing but an empty expanse of space. One could say that the entire Palace consisted of this single space, with nothing else within.
Yan Chihuo likewise hung suspended in the air. Looking down, he saw only ink-black darkness, so deep that even his gaze could not reach the bottom. He raised his head and examined the twelve statues. Each of the twelve statues stood over ten zhang tall, towering and majestic beyond compare. Beside them, he was no more than an ant.
He studied them closely. In the boundless void, countless streams of black qi converged at a speed visible to the naked eye beneath the feet of the twelve statues, then poured into them. Yet the statues seemed like bottomless pits—no matter how much black qi flowed into them, it vanished without a trace.
Yan Chihuo's heart stirred. Could these black vapors be refined into Netherworld Absolute Mist and sent to Heavenly Heart Continent? If I destroy these twelve statues, I can ruin Heaven's End King's plan. But that did not accord with the purpose of his visit. He had come to break the city-protecting formation, preventing Dark Mystery King and Nether River King from contending against him with the formation's power, and only then sabotage Heaven's End King's plan. Otherwise, even if he destroyed the formation through which Heaven's End King drew Netherworld Absolute Mist from the Netherworld, it would still be difficult for him to leave Reincarnation City.
He scrutinized the twelve statues again. Their appearances differed, but every one of them was hideous and ferocious. A thought suddenly rose in Yan Chihuo's mind. *Could these be the Twelve Ghost Kings who caused the great upheaval in the Netherworld