The thought had barely crossed Mu Fan's mind before he cast it aside.
Now that they had stepped onto the altar's steps, there was only one path left—
Forward! Until there was nowhere left to go!
One second, two seconds...
Mu Fan and Lu Qingxue climbed another dozen or so steps.
The white pillar of light still had not vanished!
"The altar hasn't disappeared." Lu Qingxue's gaze was calm, her voice cool.
"We accelerate." Mu Fan's voice was as decisive as his movements!
After several consecutive bounding steps, the two of them leaped toward the pillar of light at the same time. Having learned from their experience entering the ruins, they simultaneously reached out and clasped hands in midair.
His palm held a cool, soft touch.
Mu Fan tightly gripped that slender, delicate hand as his body entered the white light.
It was as though bubbles swept past his ears, and the clamor from the square was instantly filtered away behind him.
They landed steadily.
Solid rock lay beneath their feet. Gentle white light shone down, trapping their shadows beneath them. It felt as though they were inside an artificial biosphere, and the warm comfort brought a trace of languor to their hearts.
The two stood side by side. They had not been separated.
And at that moment, both their gazes were drawn to the sight before them.
A hundred meters away...
Nine one-meter-high wooden boxes stood in a row. Each box was about twenty-five meters apart, and a faint pillar of light shone down upon every one of them, making them look like treasures deliberately placed there for someone to choose.
"Hahahaha! My luck has finally turned! The treasures are mine, all mine!"
The Black-faced Man had already rushed to the fourth box from the left. He roared excitedly