At the edge of the deep pit, Jiang Yan slowly lowered his head and gazed at his right hand.
At that moment, his palm was a blurry mess, bright-red liquid seeping from it.
He was injured.
"I'm still a little short. Compared to it, I'm still not quite there."
Jiang Yan murmured to himself, a hint of regret in his eyes.
As a divine weapon wielded by a Great Being of the Jie Realm, the Teleportation Altar naturally possessed unmatched power. But his cultivation was still too low, and he could hardly bring out the strength of this Jie Realm divine weapon. As a result, he had been at a disadvantage when fighting the White Jade Skeleton, a Ninth-Order Monster.
"If I were a Martial Artist of the Extreme Realm, the outcome would definitely be different!"
Jiang Yan took a deep breath and looked away from his right hand.
"I should leave."
Since he had realized that he wasn't yet a match for the White Jade Skeleton, Jiang Yan naturally decided that discretion was the better part of valor. Of course, he wasn't going to fight it to the death.
Otherwise, he would most likely be the one to suffer in the end.
With that thought, Jiang Yan raised a hand and beckoned.
High in the sky, the enormous Teleportation Altar spun rapidly before vanishing like a bolt of lightning.
The next moment, it appeared in Jiang Yan's palm.
Whoosh!
Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Yan took a step back. His entire body immediately turned transparent as he broke through the seal on this place and flew far away.
Rumble!
Rumble!
Roar! Roar! Roar!
Just then, a deep growl came from high above. The black flames in the White Jade Skeleton's eye sockets suddenly blazed brighter.
It stared fixedly in