Crack! Zhao Feng chopped off a Stone Carved Warrior's head with one stroke. Its truncated body fell.
The head rolled across the floor several times, then actually rolled back to its neck. Fresh stone sprouts grew from the broken surfaces, beginning to reconnect the head and neck. The Stone Carved Warrior flexed its neck with a series of cracks, then charged at Zhao Feng again.
If only its head was severed, reassembly took little more than a dozen breaths.
Zhao Feng finally frowned.
These Stone Carved Warriors were not frightening in themselves. With Zhao Feng and Su Qingwan's strength, killing a dozen or more in a single strike was effortless. What made them terrifying was their immortality: shattered bodies reassembled, severed parts rejoined, and pulverized rubble gathered back together. This proved one thing-a mysterious power sustained them within this great hall. As long as the power keeping them moving remained, they could not be killed.
Su Qingwan thrust her sword through a Stone Carved Warrior's chest, her Sword Qi shattering its insides. Yet in fewer than a hundred breaths, the broken stones gathered again, restoring the warrior to its original condition.
During that interval, she shattered several dozen more Stone Carved Warriors.
"It's a formation!"
Su Qingwan's voice was urgent and clear. "The formation on the floor is sustaining them. Unless we break it, they'll keep reassembling forever!"
Her brows knitted tightly. She shifted her gaze from the Stone Carved Warriors to the glowing lines on the floor, searching for an opening to break the formation.
Zhao Feng also looked at the black lines of light on the floor. They seeped from the gaps between the flagstones, spreading along predetermined paths to form an enormous, intricate formation pattern. Its center lay near the stone table behind them, but where was