One leg...
Xiao Chen and Niu Ren didn't feel horrified. They were only bewildered. In Xiao Chen's imagination, given how violently the shroud had been shaking, there must have been an extraordinary object suppressed beneath it. However...it was just a leg, a stone leg as long as a thumb, without any fluctuations of divine power, without an ounce of extraordinary spiritual aura. As plain as can be, utterly ordinary, without any distinguishing features.
Off to the side, the innately sharp and sensitive Black Dragon King sheathed its Dragon Clan Sacred Sword, its eyes filled with doubt as it looked at the stone leg beneath the foundation. It was a bit baffled, because it had distinctly felt its heart palpitate earlier, but now, it was feeling nothing at all.
