Lin Shuguang had no intention of staying here long.
He had come for the void water. Now that he had it, whatever the Demonic Moon Sect wanted to do had nothing to do with him.
Besides, no one knew whether there was anything else strange about this place.
At some point, nine enormous blood-red banners had been placed around the altar.
Each banner was embroidered with a majestic True Dragon, but none of the dragons was whole. Skull after skull appeared along their bodies, as though the skulls had bitten them apart.
These nine banners corresponded to the stars above, secretly aligning with the ordained workings of fate.
Beneath the nine banners sat a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties. His face was livid, his eyes closed, and he seemed to be cultivating some evil technique.
Strange. Why would the Demonic Moon Sect have a man?
Throughout his journey here.
The men who appeared here had almost all been burly townsmen forcibly abducted, clearly to serve as laborers.
Yet now one of the higher-ups was actually male... It seems the Demonic Moon Sect really does have some powerful backer.
Both the banners and this middle-aged man gave Lin Shuguang a sense of danger, but he had to pass along the narrow path beside the altar.
While the Demonic Moon Sect disciples moved the statues, Lin Shuguang seized his opportunity. He activated the [Void Chaos Art] and charged toward the passage.
"Who's there!"
Just then, the middle-aged man on the altar suddenly opened his eyes.
His gaze locked onto the direction in which Lin Shuguang was leaving.
At the same time, he leaped forward and closed in on Lin Shuguang in a blink. His cultivation was anything but ordinary.
Not good!
Lin Shuguang's heart jolted.
He had not