The instant Jiang Fan stepped into the canyon.
The surrounding space suddenly twisted, and an ancient, chilling Killing Intent surged in from every direction.
His steps were steady. Spiritual energy circulated quietly within him, and a faint halo rose around his body, keeping every fluctuation three inches away.
Deep within the canyon, the light was dim.
Dark-red moss crawled over the walls, giving off a damp smell.
"Brother... Brother..."
Faintly, it seemed as if a child's tearful voice came from up ahead.
Jiang Fan's heart tightened, and his figure sped up.
After several flickers, he crossed several li of winding passageways and arrived inside a spacious cavern.
When he looked up, his expression changed at once.
In the center of the cavern stood a towering blood-colored Altar.
Dense ancient runes were carved all around the Altar. They wriggled slowly like living things, radiating a heart-stopping cold light.
And at the very top of the Altar, Jiang Ming was firmly bound by eight pitch-black chains, suspended high in the air.
At that moment, her little face was pale, and her once-lively eyes were dull and lightless.
Her goose-yellow dress was stained with quite a bit of mud.
"Little girl!"
Hearing Jiang Fan's voice, Jiang Ming froze, then lifted her head, and astonishing brilliance burst from her eyes.
"Brother!"
She struggled with all her might, wanting to throw herself into Jiang Fan's arms as she always had.
But the chains clattered, and she could not break free in the slightest.
Jiang Fan said softly, "Don't be afraid!"
Without the slightest hesitation, he took one step forward, and his figure had already appeared above the Altar.
At the same time, a trace of light condensed at the tip of his right finger. With a flick of his finger, that light struck the chains