The Power of Immortal Artifacts Was Truly Brutal

Jin Jiang and the others flew swiftly toward the altar. The golden wings of light that had sprung from their backs beat incessantly, and they soon arrived near the altar.

"Boom..."

At that moment, a blood-red pillar of light descended from the heavens and landed inside the distant altar.

Jin Jiang's eyes narrowed, and he immediately frowned.

He recognized that blood-red pillar of light descending from the heavens. Cultivators from the human Witch Sect were performing a blood sacrifice at the altar.

"Something's happened at the altar. Everyone, hurry..."

The moment his voice fell, the altar suddenly flashed brightly. A massive hammer over a hundred zhang long rose into the air, then crashed down with a thunderous roar.

"Rumble..."

Immediately afterward, a deafening boom rang out. The invisible barrier outside the altar shattered with a crash, transforming into golden light before vanishing without a trace.

Seeing the altar destroyed, Jin Jiang and the others were stunned speechless. They stared at everything before them in disbelief.

The Ancestral God statue at the altar was not so easy to destroy. At their current strength, they simply had no ability to damage it.

Moreover, that enormous hammer over a hundred zhang long was clearly no ordinary weapon.

Its power was far greater than that of a dao artifact. Even a treasure artifact wielded by a Deity Transformation Stage cultivator might not have matched that single strike.

Jin Jiang and the others instinctively stopped, hovering in the air as they looked toward the altar.

Although Celestial Race cultivators were usually arrogant and overbearing, the power of that strike had still caused a trace of fear to rise in their hearts.

"Marquis Jin, what do we do now..."

Only when a Celestial Race cultivator beside him asked this did Jin Jiang return to his senses.