The moment Hai Shu spoke, the entire Ten Thousand Buddha Hall shuddered. A malevolent aura suddenly intensified, filling the air. It was even more bizarre than the black miasma seeping from the fissure in the ground.
Golden Buddha Statues toppled one after another with a series of THUDS. The ground behind Hai Shu began to swell upward, as if something were about to burst forth from below.
Guang'an, still trembling with fear etched on his face, instinctively stumbled backward at the sight.
The next moment, his eyes widened, and his breath seemed to catch in his throat.
The ground cracked open as a massive mound swelled up from it. The surface was riddled with holes, like a honeycomb.
A thick scent of incense wafted from the large holes, followed by a torrent of blue smoke. Then, a large amount of a black, viscous substance spewed out.
A hand reached out from one of the holes, gripping the edge.
