The nine immensely oppressive dragon corpses lay sprawled out ahead. Though they were carcasses, mostly smashed and embedded in the mountain rock, the exposed halves of their bodies still stood over a thousand meters tall, with a length that stretched for over thirty miles.
The front half of each of the nine dragon corpses was smashed into the mountaintop, their tails hanging down the mountainside, coiling and winding.
Meanwhile, the terrifying, three-thousand-meter-tall Coffin and Casket lay silently on the rock. Shouts perpetually swirled around it, filled with the sonorous chants of "Mighty, Mighty Qin!" and "Great Wind," accompanied by the clash of weapons, the thunder of cavalry, and heaven-shaking cries of war!
It was more than just an intimidating sight. Wisps of an utterly terrifying power emanated from the Dragon Corpses, pressing down on the observing Celestial Humans and even the Earth Immortals to the point that they struggled to breathe.
A long moment passed.
