Ghostly voices drifted from all around the military camp, heavy as fog with ghastly aura.
But Huang Xiaolong was preoccupied not with the people around him; he looked up at the twelve ancient golden statues.
Yes, these 24 towering pillars were in fact the legs of the twelve golden statues.
As recorded in historical texts, each statue was at least 15 meters tall.
They were like 12 buildings erected within the military camp, giving off an imposing, sky-scraping presence.
Each one was like a mountain abruptly rising, propping up the heavens while the earth sank beneath them.
Subtle yet tremendous power emanated from them, making it nearly impossible to breathe.
For Ma Chuxia, Feng Hanyan, and the others, it was like looking up at towering mountains, stirring within them an urge to worship devoutly.
"These are King Qin's twelve golden statues, the nation's mighty treasures! They have swept across the six states!" Meng Zhuang said with a trembling voice.
