"The Lost Tenth Army!"

"I didn't expect that here, on the southern battlefield, even though the entire army was wiped out, no one saw it at all."

"Why are you here?"

She stepped forward and observed carefully, her eyes full of confusion.

Utsunomiya Haru timidly hid behind the two-headed lion, looking around with a pair of eyes.

She seemed like a harmless little girl, with a look of fear in her eyes.

Xia Zhiyan did not speak, but remained silent to feel the power that summoned her.

The mottled traces, the footsteps of time, and the void seem to have been solidified by the bones, forming a grayish color.

There is light here, not natural light, but the light emitted by the altar.

Click!

"who?"

As soon as Bai Lu made this sound, the attack had already landed on the altar.

But the altar was so impregnable that her attack was thwarted for the first time.

"Why did you open this place?"

The huge altar looks like the back of a tiger, with an oval shape. The altar is very high, at least ten meters. Qi Chen and others standing below cannot see the top clearly.
Chapter completed!