"It's coming from the other room! Sir Nianshi must be dead! And now those statues wanted to come here." Balin's face paled, recalling how strong those things were and how quickly they moved around. They barely made it out of that room if it wasn't for Nianshi.
Xinyi did not believe the mythical lion-dragon would be beaten that easily. But thinking of the wound on his shoulder and how strong those gigantic rock statues were, doubt began to sink in her heart. She was about to cry when the wall beside the door began to crack.
All of their heads went to its direction. Ming squinted, observing the crackings, judging where it might go. Watchful if the ceiling or the walls beside them would fall down on them. The rest darted their enlarged eyes at that area where the crackings ran while listening at the creaking sound.
