Talking was one thing, but Old Du's attention was always on Old Zhang. Seeing that the situation was not going to change, he quickly shouted, "Alright, that's enough fun, Old Zhang!"
"Got it!" Old Zhang let out a cold laugh and, flexing his muscles, pulled it out from the Green Forest Belt and threw it directly Under the Sun.
'Tssss—'
Once exposed, the remnants of the Nocturnal species' framework that had reverted to its original form hissed as if water had been poured onto the scorching rocks in a sauna room, rapidly swirling up a great amount of mist before immediately turning into pure white sculptures.
The transformation from Human Sculpture to pure white sculpture was a magical sight. At first glance, it seemed as if the Human Sculptures had turned into pure stillness, but upon close inspection, one could tell that the original Human Sculptures gave off an eerie sense of discomfort, yet when they died, the pure white plaster-like sculptures did not.
