Atop the black stone pillar within the altar was a black sphere of light, from which countless black threads spread out like the veins of a human body. Intricate and tangled, they tightly sealed away the thing inside.
Teng Sha stared at the black sphere with fervent eyes. He had not come three years ago; the news had been brought back by an elder of the Yin Puppet Sect. For something to be protected by such a sturdy formation, it had to be a peerless treasure.
With that thought, Teng Sha's attacks continuously bombarded the light barrier. He threw out Yuan Power as if it cost nothing. The barrage of skull heads was not in vain—the formation runes above had begun to dim.
Because his attention had been entirely drawn to the Devouring Ancestral Symbol, and Yin Puppet Sect experts were standing guard above, Teng Sha had never imagined that Mu Chen was watching him from the shadows.
Hehe, keep it up. Work harder! Mu Chen watched the show and silently cheered Teng Sha on.
Though Teng Sha did not look like a good person, he truly was a "good person."
"Mu Chen, you really are a clever little rascal." Little Marten was also watching the show.
Letting Teng Sha break the formation, then swooping in afterward to reap the rewards without lifting a finger—Teng Sha would probably be furious enough to die. Still, Little Marten thought there was nothing wrong with messing with someone like him.
"Ah, it's rare to meet such a kind-hearted person as Teng Sha. I'm such a benevolent person myself, so naturally I can't refuse his goodwill." Mu Chen gave a wicked grin, focused his mind, and waited for the instant the formation broke.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Who knew how many Yuan Power skulls struck