An ancient, evil aura spread through the sky above the city, sending chills through everyone's hearts.
Rodney and Zi Ye's expressions changed drastically. Their bodies seemed to have been struck by a heavy blow, and they could not help plummeting toward the ground.
This aura was far too evil and far too immense!
With their strength, they could not resist it at all.
Bang! Bang!
The two slammed heavily into the ground, destroying several buildings and kicking up massive clouds of dust.
"Cough, cough!"
In an instant, they climbed out of the rubble, coughing dryly. Their faces were filled with horror, and their hearts grew even heavier.
This sudden turn of events made them increasingly anxious. They felt as though something terrifying was about to happen.
However, they discovered that Wang Teng, standing within the altar at the center, seemed entirely unaffected. He still stood there with his hands behind his back, calm and composed.
This eased their hearts somewhat.
They exchanged a glance and decided to continue watching.
Buzz!
At that moment, the blood-red patterns on the altar suddenly lit up. Runes were illuminated one after another until they spread across the entire altar, forming a massive formation that radiated a dazzling crimson light.
The formation rose into the air, becoming a phantom that hovered above the altar.
A dense stench of blood spread through the air.
Wang Teng looked up.
All of a sudden, the blood-red mist floating above the altar began to churn and squirm violently. Then, like a funnel flowing in reverse, it poured into the phantom formation and vanished into it in an instant.
Boom!
The entire formation shook violently. Its crimson radiance grew even brighter, illuminating the dark space in a wash of blood-red light that looked exceptionally eerie.
The formation's glow grew more