By this point, Lin Fan had an urge to cry. Of all things, why did he have to rob others? If he hadn't robbed anyone, he wouldn't be in possession of this treasure map, would he?
And now that he was a*s deep in danger. What was he to do?
The aura surrounding the altar was gradually getting stronger as the holy aura around it diminished bit by bit. From within the altar, a black mist began to float out as well.
"Out…Your Majesty is heading out…!" The black mist started taking the shape of a human figure, but there was no physical self as though it was all smoke. From within the figure, a pair of sharp eyes glared at Lin Fan fiercely, causing his heart to thump furiously.
Lin Fan retreated a few steps back, looking at the black figure nervously, "What do you want!"
"Che…che…!" The voice of the mist was cold and dismal, wrecking Lin Fan's nerves even further.
