December 18th, deep into the night.
Magical Golem Sect, God's Tear Lake, Heart of Lake Island.
A black figure of a bulky stature sat cross-legged, its breathing rhythm hinted as if it were swallowing the moonlight. At a certain moment when the white moonlight was at its thickest, the figure suddenly stood up. A terrifyingly powerful Life Field spread out, like countless sharp-toothed mouths swarming together.
The field swept across, creating ripples on the water's surface, instantly enveloping the entire area of the Magical Golem Sect. However, many of the disciples and elders of the Golem Sect remained completely unaware; the gap between them was simply too great, surpassing the extreme limits of physical and spiritual alertness. Faced with the life field of the golems, humans gave no response, but the stone statues guarding every corner of the Golem Sect trembled mightily, as if hearing the call of their master.
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