"Hahaha—"
The laughter was neither loud nor soft, tinged with a hint of desolation, sounding like thunder in the deathly silent Buddhist temple.
SWISH.
The others instantly drew their weapons, looking around warily.
Li Ang also slapped the ground and retreated to the group to observe the situation.
"Who?"
Xia Jun, leaning on his Longsword, shouted sternly, "Who's playing tricks?"
"All of you are going to die."
The voice echoed back and forth in the Grand Hall.
Sui Yi squinted, releasing what little Spiritual Power she had left. It enveloped a large area as she tried to pinpoint the source of the sound, but she found nothing—the voice seemed to appear out of thin air.
CRACK. CRACK.
The sound of breaking came from the Buddha statues.
