The altars stretched for miles, all covered with pots, stained with blood!
One hand after another, one claw after another, reached out from the pots, using ancient magic to attack Shi Hao, a fierce battle erupted here.
In the end, Shi Hao emerged, disheveled, covered in wounds, even his hair was bloody, stumbling as he fought his way out.
"How are you? Are you alright?" Bird grandpa asked in surprise.
"No problem!" Shi Hao replied, sitting cross-legged on the ground, fully exerting his Profound Skill, expelling wisp after wisp of black mist to prevent himself from becoming demonized.
This place is too eerie. Shi Hao had already fought his way in three times, each time severely injured upon return, only able to stand for moments, comprehending a small section of the True Phoenix Treasure Technique.
That knowledge could not be taken away, it could only be read there.
