When Ling Feng approached the War God Statue, an eagle cry sounded from outside, followed by an intense pressure suddenly bearing down on Ling Feng and Feng Qiu.
Feng Qiu's body softened and collapsed to the ground, but Ling Feng bit his lip, straightened his back, and stared beyond the hall door.
A towering figure appeared before them, with the aura and pressure akin to that of the Great Sculpture.
"Could this person be that Great Sculpture?" Ling Feng squinted his eyes, noticing that the man's hand was clutching two middle-aged men.
"You're awake? Seems like you woke up quite quickly!" The man said as he tossed the two middle-aged men onto the ground.
With a thud, the two middle-aged men awoke from their coma, their eyes filled with confusion and a hint of terror.
"Alright, let me introduce myself!" The towering man said indifferently: "I am the Guardian of the Hall of the War God, you may call me Sculpture Guardian!"
