Cao Chun Hua was very familiar with the northern part of the metropolis. Knowing that he must have gone to the altar of the goddess, he led Shen Yi over immediately in anxiety, who knew that they would arrive in time to see such a scene.

Cao Chun Hua's pupils shriveled, he could not even let out a shout.

However, Shen Yi did not hesitate to remove the Light Armor from his body, making use of his surroundings, rolled a circle in the ice and snow that had not melted yet in this incredibly cold place. Mixed in all the ice and snow, he bravely rushed into the fire.

The brilliant end of the Wolf King's own choice made the surrounding chief bodyguards stand still in shock. A group of elite Barbarian bodyguards stood in place like wooden posts, with no intention to resist. They had become captives without any trouble.

The Ziliujin with too many impurities did not have the power of melting the ice field, but created so much smoke that people couldn't open their eyes. A layer of ash soon gathered on the Qian Li Yan, it was pulled down and thrown aside by Chen Qing Xu.

She saw that at the moment Jia Lai fell out of the Heavy Armor, he probably already wanted to die. For a person who was eager to die, it was not very useful to force a confession by torture — not to mention she did not know how to force it.

She had been searching for the secret of witchcraft for many years. Would it be in this mysterious altar?

Chen Qing Xu passed through the collapsing altar and found the shadow of Jia Lai struggling to climb forward in the black ash. The higher one was during a fire, the more difficult it would be to breathe. It would be easier to walk on the ground. Jia Lai wouldn't be suffocated for a while. Chen Qing Xu covered her mouth and nose, squinted in his direction, and found that Jia Lai was deaf to the loud noise around him. His eyes were fixed on the big stone platform in the middle of the altar.

What was in the stone platform?

At this time, a big beam column in the altar collapsed above Chen Qing Xu's head. She had to dodge, borrowed some force on the gravel, then flew to the stone platform.

If the earliest designer wanted to make the whole altar into a big kite, according to the location of the stone platform, it should be a central pillar much like a mast. There was a circle of stone plates engraved with Barbarian characters on the platform, they were different from those unknown incantations at the door — this was the real language of the Eighteen Tribes.