The altar was identical to the one under the ruins of Huailan Lake, with the only exception being the absence of the nine-tailed fox this time.
Jiang Shouzhong felt an intense burning pain on his back, as if a layer of skin had been ripped off.
He gritted his teeth and looked at Mengniang, whose complexion was as pale as frost, with a shocking crimson line hanging from the corner of her mouth. Her exposed flesh was mangled, and her delicate skin covered with horrifying scars.
"What kind of demon is this?" Jiang Shouzhong was petrified with fear.
He saw the enormous golden cow brutally break through the thick walls with its golden horns, its blood-red eyes fixed on Jiang Shouzhong and Mengniang, closing in step by step as if it had sensed some delicious prey.
