With Jiang Feng's strength, dealing with the strange beasts in the altar was more than enough.
Especially with the dazzling spear in his hand, his attack power had increased considerably.
Master Chongbi and the other two had now seen the gap between themselves and Jiang Feng.
Jiang Feng was not merely superior to the three in his grasp of laws; in terms of strength, he far surpassed them as well.
Relying on the spear in his hand, Jiang Feng led the three straight toward the foot of the gigantic statue.
Slaying beasts all along the way, the four arrived beneath the statue half an hour later.
Only when he truly stood beneath the statue did Jiang Feng feel the majesty emanating from it.
Compared to the oppressive force generated by the black clouds overhead, this majesty was filled with an aura of righteousness.
It kept all those strange beasts from daring to approach.
Beneath this majesty, all four felt the urge to worship. Sincerely, they bowed deeply to the statue.
The one suppressed within this statue should be Ji Wujin, the Lost God.
The statue knelt on one knee, its right hand braced on a sword and its left hand against the ground. Its face was lowered, looking directly at where Jiang Feng and the others stood.
Jiang Feng slowly raised his head and looked toward the statue's face.
Within that face, he saw defiance and steadfast resolve.
From what the Book Soul had told him, this statue was not the Lost God's true body.
The Lost God's true body had long since been destroyed by the Evil God. What was suppressed within this statue was the Lost God's godhead.
A godhead was the essence of a god!
"Master Chongbi, what should we do?" Jiang Feng asked.
Master Chongbi slowly