Zhong Qinglei stood on a green mountain facing the evening breeze and looked forward. He saw an artificial platform with a height of more than ten feet on the flat ground not far ahead, and an altar the size of a water basin was placed on the platform.

There are also a large number of torches around the altar, making it as bright as daytime even in the middle of the night.

Zhong Qinglei looked at the altar and murmured to himself with a strange look on his face: "I thought the broken altar would be so difficult to find, but I didn't expect it to be placed in the wild. The brains of those savages probably have long been filled with water. But..."

While lamenting that the wild people would not protect the altar, Zhong Qinglei also had a doubt.

Because with the light of the torch and the eyes of the Taoist cultivator, he could see that the altar was broken even though he was a considerable distance, as if an altar-shaped watermelon was smashed to the ground, and some of the parts were even missing.

Is such an altar really a priceless treasure?

"If I hadn't witnessed the strength of Liu Zhengyang and the wild people with my own eyes, I wouldn't believe that the ragged altar had such a powerful force, but since it had arrived, I could only act." Thinking secretly, Zhong Qinglei rushed up at full speed with a kick.

His tall figure drew an arc in the darkness, landing accurately in front of the high platform where the altar was placed, and slowly walked forward.

He murmured in a low voice: "There is not even a guardian. I am still here to kill with such a great determination."

Zhong Qinglei became more and more doubtful about whether the altar was so useful.

However, just as his front foot stepped on the altar stairs, a shocking cry suddenly sounded not far away.

A large number of torches are lit up at the same time.

It was originally dark in that direction, but now it looks like the rising sun is rising, dyeing the sky red.

Zhong Qinglei had already inspected the nearby terrain and knew clearly that the direction was actually the residence of the savages. Since such a big noise suddenly occurred in that direction, it means that the savages already knew that someone wanted to snatch the altar on the platform.

Moreover, the light and shouts of those torches were approaching quickly.

"Is it fake?" Zhong Qinglei's cold sweat had already flowed out, and he said in disbelief: "How did those savages discover my actions? With their level, can they still leave something to warn on the altar? It's so damn!"

Of course, since things have developed to this point, it is useless to complain.

Zhong Qinglei stepped up his strength again, rushed up to the platform, picked up the altar and prepared to leave.

At his speed, he was confident to leave under the cover of the night.

However, when he was about to pick up the altar, the altar seemed to grow on the ground, and even if he used the power of a demon cultivator at the level of his Taoist realm to pick it up, he could not pick it up.

He even tried to increase his strength, but he kept increasing his strength until his fingers hurt, and the altar remained motionless.

While Zhong Qinglei was fighting with the altar, the wild people had already rushed over and surrounded the altar.

Their movement speed is really very fast.

Zhong Qinglei was shocked and quickly exuded his demonic energy, covering his whole body.

He wants to prevent himself from being recognized.
Chapter completed!