A flicker of surprise crossed Hun Changqing's eyes as he sensed those utterly evil auras. He had some suspicions about their origin, but by all rights, such things should not have appeared on the Dou Qi Continent.
As he pondered, Hun Changqing did not stop walking, continuing deeper inside.
Seeing that Hun Changqing had no intention of paying her any attention, Saint Molan bit her lip and looked into the abyssal darkness deep within the ruins. She hesitated, but in the end, she steeled herself and followed him.
Hun Changqing moved extremely quickly. In less than an hour, he had reached the deepest part of the ruins, while Saint Molan followed behind him, her gaze constantly darting around, her expression taut.
She had walked that dark stretch with her heart in her throat. It was hard to imagine that the supreme figure of the Eastern Region, who had stood so high above everyone just a day ago, would become like this after entering these ruins.
"If you're really frightened, you can head back first. Otherwise, if you die here, Ya Fei will probably blame me someday..."
Looking at the terrified Saint Molan beside him, Hun Changqing was rather speechless. She was clearly scared to death, yet still insisted on putting on a brave face.
"No... As the Eastern Region's only Dou Sheng, I cannot turn a blind eye to a threat like this!"
Saint Molan spoke through gritted teeth. Of course, her confidence mostly came from the strength Hun Changqing had just displayed. Otherwise, she would probably have had no choice but to retreat and work out a plan.
Hun Changqing shook his head helplessly at her words, then turned his gaze to an enormous altar built from black stone a short distance ahead.
At the center of the altar