"Eh, is that them?"
The group led by Xuan Zhi spotted the lone figures of Xie Tian and the Divine from afar.
"Why are they meditating here?"
"Look, in front of them there's a... ah!"
An exalted one instinctively glanced at the soul statue, instantly feeling like he'd been struck hard, severely injured, and sent flying, screaming in agony.
"Zhi'er, never look at that soul statue!"
Chu Lingxian and the other two, with keen intuition, sensed something strange about the soul statue and dared not look.
Xuan Zhi, who was about to look at the soul statue, shivered upon hearing the warning, his eyes shifted away, passing over the statue from above, his back drenched in cold sweat.
"The soul statue is too terrifying!" The severely injured exalted one said fearfully, "That mysterious power leaves me with no chance to resist."
Tian Yi cautiously sensed the aura in the square, seemingly discovering something.
"I seem to see the scene of a million Soul Cultivators meditating here..."
