Fenglin Continent.
In the southwest direction.
An endless expanse of black swamp.
The glow of the teleportation array gradually brightened.
A handsome figure dressed in black, resembling a graceful young man, slowly stepped out of the teleportation array.
It was indeed Lu Yuansheng.
He looked up at the distance.
A towering statue with 24 arms stretched out.
Uncannily, these 24 arms were raised and met in front of it.
It was as if the palms of the statue were delicately holding something.
The figure in the statue's hand gave off a heavy fragrance of blood energy and remained motionless.
Despite being grotesquely massive and lying in repose, it exuded an eerie, looming presence!
If it weren't for the obvious hole in its forehead and the dry blood stains, Lu Yuansheng might have thought it was still alive.
"Pang Xiao..."
Lu Yuansheng couldn't help being shocked internally.