Zhang Yuanqing's heart tightened as he shouted, "Xiahou Aotian, watch above you!"
At the same time, Xiahou Aotian received a warning from the old man in the ring: "There's something wrong with the statue..."
As the two voices rang in his mind and ears, Xiahou Aotian instinctively looked up and saw that the two eyeballs on the statue's stiff, lifeless face were looking down at him.
A rigid, inanimate object was actually watching him.
Even with all his experience, his scalp went numb.
The moment their gazes met, the female statue slashed down with its rusty iron sword at lightning speed.
A flash of sword light lit up the hall.
With nowhere to dodge, Xiahou Aotian crossed his arms in front of him. Flames ignited from the two red half-gloves on his hands, forming a one-meter-wide vortex like a spinning shield of fire.
At the same time, mud surged from the clay boots on his feet, flowing upward against gravity and encasing him like a terracotta warrior.
Finally, the vine armor on Xiahou Aotian's body automatically sprang up a dark green barrier.
The fire vortex failed to shred the sword light and collapsed first. Then the dark green barrier shattered like glass, followed by a muffled bang as a deep crack was carved into the mud shell around Xiahou Aotian.
The next second, array patterns appeared beneath Xiahou Aotian's feet and teleported him to the entrance of the hall.
"Even three items couldn't stop it—be careful!" he roared.
A wound deep enough to faintly expose bone had opened across Xiahou Aotian's chest, but it had already stopped bleeding and was slowly healing.
At the Sovereign stage, no matter the class, one's vitality was greatly enhanced, reaching superhuman levels.
With a crack, the stiff-faced female statue twisted its head like a