Xu Yan spun around, his gaze shooting toward the enormous wooden figure in shock!
He was certain that the eerie voice just now had come from the parrot-like wooden figure in the square.
When I swept it with my divine sense just now, it was only an ordinary wooden figure, not a mechanical puppet beast. Why did it speak in the same voice as that Ancient Demon Race elder?
Xu Yan silently circulated his magic power, staring uncertainly at the wooden bird with its neck held high.
What had just happened exceeded his understanding, leaving him intensely wary.
It seems there is something about this wooden bird that I cannot comprehend.
Xu Yan had never seen such a bird. Even after searching through all of Kong Xuan's memories, he had found no record of a Demon Beast of this kind.
Even the Ten Thousand Demons Compendium passed down from ancient times contains nothing resembling this wooden bird!
He tentatively extended all his divine sense to envelop the enormous wooden figure.
There is nothing unusual about it. It is no different from an ordinary lifeless object. But it can make that eerie sound, and the Ancient Demon Race placed it here. There must be something special about it.
After a dozen or so breaths, he withdrew his divine sense.
Standing quietly where he was, Xu Yan fixed his eyes on the wooden figure with its crimson feathers and green beak, waiting to see how it produced sound.
Time slowly passed. The enormous wooden figure remained like a lifeless object, making not the slightest sound. Only after an hour did the wooden figure, as still as a wooden chicken, seem to come alive. It opened its enormous beak and cried out loudly like a crowing rooster.
Waves of eerie sound rang through