Dead silence. The grounds beyond the Featherwood Guard were morbidly still.

Crack… A pale-white hand stiffly lifted open a coffin cover by a seam, with the end of Linghu Qian’s spell. Shortly, booms rang out, and fifteen behemoths met the deathly pale moonlight and walked out from their coffins. 

The creatures… were two-headed giants that were almost seventy meters tall!

One head was an old woman, and the other head was an old man. From head to toe, the skin on their bodies wrinkled together like crocodile scales. One of them pressed down on the ground with an aged hand and unleashed a violent howl. Like hills, they stood in front of the Featherwood Guard.

All fifteen of them were exactly the same.

“This…” In the instant the gargantuan two-headed monster stood up, a shiver suddenly traveled down Lord Zhao’s entire body, and he gritted out, “Is a massacre artifact!”

“A massacre artifact?” Xu Yangyi asked lowly, his left hand already clenching to the utmost.

For the first time, Lord Zhao’s face revealed a hint of strain. “A massacre artifact… To cultivators, a grand mountain-protector array is a strong city. Amidst long mutual invasions, the massacre artifact was naturally born. Such as… the Reincarnation Puppet from before. Also like the thing you see now.”

Xu Yangyi’s hand paused. “Is it as strong as the Reincarnation Puppet?”

“No, absolutely...