Rapid footsteps thundered from the Mountain Cave behind him, showing that someone was sprinting toward this place.
Siglie glanced back, a faint sneer curling his lips.
Then he charged in the nine o'clock direction indicated by the dragon scale!
His family had prepared for a century. At this final moment, how could he leave it to someone else?
This was also the first time Siglie had run at full speed since entering the ruins.
No one knew that this young master, born with a silver spoon in his mouth, possessed strength no weaker than that of the guards at his side.
Or rather, everyone had been deceived by the image Siglie usually presented.
Beneath that pampered exterior lay astonishing combat strength.
The Iris family's ability to stand at the pinnacle of the Federation was proof enough.
Now, every step he took left a shallow footprint in the ground, while his body shot forward three meters in an instant.
As Sigrid Palma drew closer and closer to the giant altar, the scale in his hand was nearly burning hot. Yet instead of throwing it away, he gripped it tighter, his knuckles turning white.
"Yes, that's right... this is the feeling..."
"Let me see what kind of Devil God you truly are!"
The excitement in Siglie's pupils grew ever more intense. At this moment, he wanted nothing more than to throw back his head and laugh.
Boom. As his first foot landed on the altar, a deafening impact echoed through the immense hollow space within the mountain.
It was as though a great bell had rung in the sky.
At that instant, every survivor in the ruins looked up at the sky.
"That bell just now... what was it?"
"Did someone get the Ultimate Relic?!" Accompanied by Zheng, Ying Lin'er pursed her