Looking toward the last statue, Li Yun's expression grew even more solemn.
This statue was none other than a silver-haired swordsman.
His expression was cold, and his eyes were icy, devoid of any emotional aura. The impression he gave was like that of a war machine, cold and inviolable.
The statue was a full nine meter tall, and it seemed as if it truly existed. An intense aura radiated from its entire body, and that aura was so terrifying that it oppressed Li Yun, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Just that aura alone made this statue countless times more fearsome than the previous eight. The difficulty of this trial was insane.
Without a doubt, passing the trial of this statue would definitely not be easy. The slightest misstep could very well cost him his life.
Li Yun did not dare to be careless with this statue in the slightest.
