There was no person in charge in the lion clan's camp. After the sculpture fell out, there was chaos in the camp.
All the lion people were kneeling and worshiping as if they had seen their ancestors, and the sound of kowtowing resonated endlessly.
Taking out the binoculars, Su Mo looked at the lion warrior who was holding the wooden sculpture.
In his hand, the wooden sculpture still exuded a bright emerald light. The mystical traits of this sculpture could even be seen in broad daylight.
The wood sculpture was modeled after a lionman and almost seemed lifelike when examined from top to bottom.
Its robe had been engraved with lines that radiated a different kind of beauty. It was a pity that there were no facial features on the head of the wooden sculpture.
The lion's face was blank.
At first glance, it looked mind-boggling. However, it was this very faceless lion sculpture that had all the surrounding lion people worshiping it.