Bang!
Xu Yang crashed heavily to the ground.
Ignoring his injuries, he shot to his feet like lightning, scanning his surroundings with vigilance.
Inside the altar was, remarkably, a pocket of space.
The edges were shrouded in void.
At this moment, wisps of eerie purple spirit fire curled all around the void space, surging with waves of unsettling, sinister power.
He'd gambled right again.
Xu Yang relaxed slightly; as long as it was a space, that was fine.
"These purple spirit fires…" He looked on in bewilderment, and then noticed waves of potent, beastly blood essence flowing down from above, quickly branching and merging into the tiny spirit fire threads scattered throughout the void.
As these fires absorbed the essence, they actually began to weakly evolve.
"Seems like they're evolving into spirit marks?"
Xu Yang raised his brows slightly.
Suddenly.
A streak of spirit fire darted toward him like lightning.
The threat rushed straight at him.
