"Thirteen!"
Just as Mo Wangchen was about to head towards the altar, suddenly, he heard Wu Lingfeng's voice from behind.
He turned his eyes to look and saw Wu Lingfeng and Qin Yue were approaching.
"Are you also going in?" Mo Wangchen was momentarily stunned.
"We thought about it and realized this is also a form of trial, so there is no reason to shrink back," Qin Yue said.
Mo Wangchen nodded, "Alright, let's go in together then, not knowing what dangers lie ahead, you two take care."
As soon as the words were spoken, the three of them walked towards the altar, and soon stepped inside.
Buzz!
A feeling of weightlessness overwhelmed him, Mo Wangchen's vision briefly whited out, and when he could see again, he found himself in a desolate space.
The sky was gloomy, without the sun in sight, as if a storm was approaching, and the air was filled with a rotting, ancient scent that permeated the entire space.
