Without exception, accompanied by that cracking sound, dense spiderweb-like fissures appeared across the originally incomparably hard stone statue.
Though the cracks were incredibly fine, hardly any different from strands of hair, Nalant knew that his "crooked idea" had truly worked.
"Ook, Ook! How... how could this happen?"
The goblin chief, Rumba, standing nearby, saw it as well.
At the sight of those fine cracks, the goblin chief's mouth opened wide enough to fit two eggs inside.
Because they knew better than anyone just how hard the gargoyle statue was.
But Nalant had no time to explain it to the goblin. Nearly two minutes had already passed.
The gargoyle could recover at any moment, so he could not delay any longer.
Thus, in the next instant, Nalant leaped onto the gargoyle's back and raised the longsword in his hand once more.
"Slash!"
Nalant drove his Battle Qi to its limit, then viciously brought his sword down on the statue.
Clang!
Crack!
It was still the piercing sound of metal striking metal.
But unlike before, Nalant's sword did not merely scrape off a layer of the gargoyle's skin.
Instead, it blasted a gap more than ten centimeters wide into the gargoyle's back.
"Haha, let's see how you can keep hiding in your shell now!"
Nalant felt that the petrified gargoyle was much like a turtle.
But now, he had turned that turtle shell into crumbly tofu dregs with scientific methods.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Crack! Crack! Crack!
As Nalant swung his sword with all his strength again and again, the once lifelike statue gradually became utterly unrecognizable.
Nalant also knew that to catch bandits, one must first catch their king. If he wanted to kill this gargoyle, naturally he had to greet its face with his blade.
Thus, half of the gargoyle's head