Liu Liang approached the stone stele, with Lin Zi'er, Ye Suxin, Lin Bai, and others watching attentively.
This stone stele seemed to be etched with densely packed characters, but they were hazy and difficult to discern with the naked eye.
"As the mechanical puppet said, the pattern on the stone stele is an extremely profound and unpredictable magic circle and prohibition. It is difficult for a warrior to see clearly with the naked eye."
Liu Liang frowned and focused his heart. He looked at it again.
Woosh—
Suddenly, the hazy color of the stone stele absorbed Liu Liang's concentrated heart in an instant.
His heart was engulfed in the stele, and Liu Liang found himself in a world of gusty winds and heavy rain, interspersed with thunder and lightning.
Boom—
Liu Liang was directly shaken by the sound, he spat out blood, his heart was shattered, and he sat on the ground. His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with fear as he looked at the stele.
