Chen Moxiang's words sent a chill down Lin Tian's spine.
The statues moved? In this underground palace, there are only the Qilin statues and the statues with cranes in their mouths. Did they move?
"It's you!"
Lin Tian's expression turned fierce as he snatched the piece of red sleeve from her hand. He crumpled it into a ball and stuffed it into her mouth.
The sleeve's fabric was not much, but stuffing it into Wang Sijing's mouth was enough to render her silent, at least stopping this damned woman from continuing her incantation.
The next second, Lin Tian saw a smile on Wang Sijing's face again. It was sinister, a look of a scheme achieved.
Lin Tian's heart skipped a beat. He looked down at the cracks in the Array on the ground. Blood was flowing into them, spreading along the fissures. It seemed like it was going to fill the patterns of the large Array with Wang Sijing's blood.
