When the light beam dispersed, the full view of the underground world was finally revealed to Ling Feng and his companion.
Around the square where the statue stood, there were densely packed statues stretching beyond sight. Ling Feng casually estimated there might be hundreds of thousands of statues, but couldn't see the distant scene clearly.
A rough divine sense sensing estimated the number of statues to be around five hundred thousand, surely less than a million.
The statues varied in appearance, posture, and even age, yet their expressions were uniformly of terror, as if they've seen something horrific.
"These are..." Ling Feng was stunned. He had never seen so many petrified statues before, but had some vague guesses upon seeing them.
"These are my remaining clan members, or you could say the remaining members. I am their Clan Leader," Tianyang's voice turned sorrowful.
