Tens of thousands of terracotta warriors formed an army formation.
Led by a general, their weapons pointed outward, exuding a formidable presence.
This scene was terrifying, making people hesitant to advance recklessly.
The terracotta, after all, were not living beings, but crafted from clay. They were created over two thousand years ago, a relic of an ancient era. Yet now they stood before the world, as if alive.
In the sky, dark clouds gathered, occasionally rumbling with thunder.
It was as if the one within the Imperial Mausoleum was roaring in anger.
Warning everyone not to proceed.
Could the ancestral dragon of China still possess such majesty, even after two thousand years?
"They're merely clay terracotta warriors. We are the Awakened, possessing Extraordinary Power. What is there to fear?"
"Exactly, the more mysterious and astounding it is, the more it signifies something extraordinary inside."
