The Earth Palace was huge, incredibly vast. Through this entrance, the two of them felt as if they were looking upon a deep and immense... underground world!
And within this underground world were countless—millions, even—gleaming Iron Dolls, arranged neatly within!
Like a terrifying iron army, they had waited in this sunless subterranean place for an unknown number of cycles, now appearing so abruptly before the two of them.
"Heavens… What am I seeing? What… what are… all these things?"
Du Qingteng stared, dumbfounded, at the neat rows of Iron Dolls in the Earth Palace below, his mouth feeling dry.
"Have you ever heard of an ancient sect that specialized in making dolls like these?" Xu Luo asked quietly, narrowing his eyes as if afraid of disturbing the army of Iron Dolls below.
