"Impossible!"
"These altars have always existed in the ghost lair, how could there be a problem!"
The ghost King absolutely did not believe Flanders's words. It had a deep connection with the spirit altar.
Its connection to the ghost altar came from the depths of its soul. Even though it was now under Flanders's control, it still firmly denied Flanders's words.
Rattle!
Upon hearing the scarecrow's strange laughter, fear rose in the ghost king's heart.
Flanders did not want to say anything more to the ghost king. Facts spoke louder than words.
The ghost altar was square in shape. Its length and width were around two meters. The four corners of the altar were burning with faint blue flames.
Flanders jumped onto the ghost altar. He saw that a mysterious magic pattern was carved on the stone surface of the altar platform.
