Wang Ye placed the two Soul Restraining Stones on the ground.
With two heads and four arms, and an outer layer made of pure dark crystals, but devoid of any life force.
This was a statue of a formidable dark race warrior!
In the dozens of cosmic days they had spent in the seventh prison, they had encountered the Soul Restraining Stone many times.
In every dark race, there was such a statue.
"This thing is a Soul Restraining Stone," Wen Rou gazed at the statue intently.
She had even destroyed one before.
It was hardly secure.
"There are no energy fluctuations at all," Ji Mengni's fair and tender hand caressed the Soul Restraining Stone.
"That's why we were misled," Wang Ye remarked.
It was normal for races to worship their patriarch's statue. Being face-blind, he couldn't discern the differences among dark race warriors.
Who would have thought that this thing was called a Soul Restraining Stone?
