Ancient Species charged out one after another, each of them remarkably powerful.
Mu Qing's expression changed slightly. He and Fang Ming attacked together, fighting against these Ancient Species.
Meanwhile, the Silver-Helmed Ghost Monster helped them hold back all the ghost monsters. Centaur Ronan was still on the way; he was quite far from this desert and would not arrive so quickly.
"Where did these Ancient Species come from?" Mu Qing frowned.
His injuries had yet to fully heal, but he could at least wield some of his power. Seven suns emerged behind him, and Pure Yang Divine Light accompanied the punches and palm strikes he unleashed, knocking back the Ancient Species one after another.
Mu Qing discovered that these Ancient Species possessed incomplete intelligence. They differed somewhat from the Ancient Species they had encountered before, and none of them had reached the realm of the Third-Turn Pure Yang Body.
They had not even reached the Third-Turn Pure Yang Body realm, yet they could appear on the seventh level of this altar. That was rather strange.
Mu Qing let out a low shout. A divine sword appeared in his hand, its cry clear and sharp. Streams of invisible Sword Qi burst forth, shredding an Ancient Species before him to pieces.
Immediately afterward, he threw another punch. Seven rays of Pure Yang Divine Light erupted behind him, blasting apart another Ancient Species that had attempted to ambush him.
These Ancient Species were clearly far weaker than Mu Qing and Fang Ming, but their numbers were immense.
Moreover, Mu Qing noticed that after these Ancient Species were killed, a blood-red gleam flickered before dispersing where they had stood.
Clearly, these Ancient Species had all been created by Death Demon's Remains!
That thing was very likely nearby!
Mu Qing remained alert, watching his surroundings.