Time continued to slip away. Apart from its light dimming somewhat, the barrier remained as solid as ever.
Fatigue had gradually begun to show on some of the cultivators' faces.
Just then, a cultivator standing beside a statue suddenly heard a rather eerie laugh.
He frowned slightly and looked toward the source of the sound. The statue's eyes were staring straight at him, while the corners of its mouth kept stretching backward at an utterly impossible angle, almost splitting its head in two.
His face instantly turned ashen. Ignoring the fact that the cultivator in front of him was still casting a spell, he shoved that person and cried in a trembling voice, "The statue's expression changed!"
The person standing in front of him was a Zhang Family disciple.
His voice was loud enough for quite a few people to hear, and they all turned to look.
The statue's face was still hideous, but its expression had not changed as the cultivator had described.
The Zhang Family disciple beside him glanced back and said to the rogue cultivator, who was trembling like a sieve, "Are you too tired?" So tired that he was hallucinating.
The cultivator froze, then looked up again. There was no trace of life in the statue now, as though everything he had just experienced truly had been an illusion.
He felt like crying but had no tears. After staring for a long while, he began to doubt himself. Could there really be something wrong with me?
Su Jiu did not look at that cultivator. Instead, she stared at the statue for a long while.
"The demonic qi here is still seeping out. We'll probably have a fierce battle on our hands soon," Su Jiu told Qi Song and Chu Luohen through divine sense transmission.
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