"This fire..." The Headless God King suddenly spoke. "It is rather strange."
Qin Chuan crouched down and used the tip of his blade to pick up a trace of blackish-purple flame.
The panel displayed a prompt.
[High-dimensional mutated energy detected: Nirvana Demonfire.]
Qin Chuan put away his blade.
The Lord of the Altar was in seclusion, and all eight Arbiter Envoys had been wiped out.
Now, someone had taken advantage of the opening and directly ransacked the Divine Tribunal.
Whoever had done this was definitely no weakling. At the very least, they were a High-Tier Void True God, perhaps even stronger.
Following the corpses and trail of destruction, Qin Chuan headed toward the treasury at the very center of the Divine Tribunal.
No matter who had done it, stealing business right out from under him was unacceptable.
When he reached the edge of the central plaza, he saw that the treasury doors ahead had been blasted open with a gap dozens of meters wide.
Two figures stood at the breach.
Qin Chuan stopped behind rubble a hundred meters away, his gaze fixed on the two men.
The one on the left was a bald, burly man with his upper body bare. His muscles bulged, and blackish-purple demonic patterns flowed across his skin.
On the right stood a tall, skinny man in a purple robe, leaning on a White Bone Staff.
The auras of these two men were far stronger than those three wild Void True Gods Qin Chuan had encountered at the Temple of the Fallen.
The bald brute held an old man in white robes, his hand tightly clamped around the old man's throat.
"Speak! Where is the Void Source Core hidden?" the bald brute roared, his voice sending shattered stones flying all around.
The old man