"Not enough?"
Seeing this, Jiang Qiao immediately swung his fists and started attacking.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared.
Terrifying bolts of lightning howled madly, sweeping forth like a flood and instantly submerging the entire altar.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Yet after a few breaths, Jiang Qiao stopped.
The altar was still the same altar, and the sound of prayers still lingered by his ears. But aside from that, nothing had changed.
"Hmm?"
"What's going on?"
Jiang Qiao frowned slightly.
One thing was certain: this thing was definitely related to Thunder Art, and the lightning truly could provoke a reaction from it.
"Could I be using the wrong method?"
He took several steps forward and deliberately stepped onto the black blood.
It felt sticky beneath his feet, making each step disgustingly unpleasant. The rotten, fishy stench kept flooding into his nostrils, making him want to vomit.
But aside from that,
the anticipated Supernatural Attack did not occur.
He neither suddenly fell into a bottomless pool of blood nor had several hands suddenly reach out to grab his feet.
"Are you messing with me?"
Jiang Qiao walked all the way to the altar.
He reached out and touched the pyramid.
It was icy cold to the touch. Other than the bloodstains on it, it was no different from an ordinary stone.
"Huh?"
"This is wicked."
He raised his hand and threw a punch.
The entire altar shook once, but soon returned to normal.
"It's sturdy."
"The entire altar is one piece."
"There aren't any openings, either."
"Damn it."
"So how is blood seeping out of the stone?"
Jiang Qiao circled the altar for quite a while. This thing was truly impervious to every approach; he could not find any point of breakthrough at all.
"That's not right, either."
"There's actually one more method