"Thump... Thump... Thump..."
Shi Feng could clearly sense that the heartbeat-like sound was emanating from the stone statue suspended above the plaza.
"Could it be that this stone statue is still alive?" Shi Feng muttered softly as he gazed at the statue.
"In my opinion," Sacred Flame said, "this person must have battled fiercely with a warrior of the Blood Pattern Tribe, was defeated in the end, and as they neared death, they sealed their own breath with a secret technique to preserve their life." After a pause, Sacred Flame added, "The stone statues below are the ones who are truly dead. I estimate they used their own vitality to nourish the person above."
"Mm." After hearing Sacred Flame's words, Shi Feng nodded. Hearing the heartbeat and feeling the Sacred Sword Fragment at his chest, Shi Feng's thoughts were similar to Sacred Flame's.
