Luo Chen whispered, and both he and Qing Shuang leapt from their hiding place, rushing towards the altar.
The black-robed figures were stunned by this sudden attack, but they quickly reacted, drawing their weapons in preparation for battle.
"Stop them!" the leading black-robed figure roared, his voice filled with anger and panic.
Luo Chen and Qing Shuang weaved through the group of black-robed figures, their movements swift and precise, each strike hitting its mark without fail.
However, the number of black-robed figures was overwhelming, and they gradually began to feel stretched thin.
"Luo Chen, this isn't going to work; we have to find the altar's weakness!" Qing Shuang shouted during a break in the fighting.
Luo Chen nodded, starting to carefully observe the altar's structure, trying to find a way to break it.
At that moment, he noticed a peculiar gemstone on the altar, radiating an unusual light.
