That speck of divine light filled Lin Qi with an immense sense of danger. He had to get to the bottom of it. So, drawing a deep breath, Lin Qi clenched a huge cigar between his teeth and followed the Dragon Witch King into the tiny hole in a rather bedraggled state. The twelve hell female warriors followed silently at Lin Qi's heels. Their figures were tall and their armor thick and heavy; they had to struggle hard to squeeze through the narrow opening.
After crawling forward for nearly a hundred meters, the passage gradually widened. Having undone over a hundred warning magic arrays and deadly magical traps, Gou Site led Lin Qi and the others into an underground hall. At the center of this crude hall stood a bizarre bone altar shaped like a throne. Dense black mist constantly sprayed from the altar, condensing into countless twisted ghostly faces above it.
Lin Qi and the Dragon Witch King stood warily far away from the altar. The aura emanating from it was so sinister and murderous that it could never have been something Asir was capable of creating. Compared with this altar, Asir's meager power of the undead was like a delicate young girl standing beside an ancient giant. The altar's aura made both Lin Qi and the Dragon Witch King feel as though an ancient behemoth were crouching before them.
The pressure was terrifying, brimming with menace. Frowning, Lin Qi raised Asir's divine soul and cautiously approached the altar step by step. The twelve hell female warriors also sensed the oppressive force in the air. They carefully drew their edged shields and longswords, guarding Lin Qi tightly at the center. Whenever a wisp of black mist touched them, it was burned into nothing by black hellfire.
Lin Qi swept