He wasn't dead yet?
Again!
The bronze sacrifice platform trembled faintly once more, and then the remains placed on top to suppress it released ripples of holy power, firmly holding the bronze platform down.
With each tremor, it was obvious that the strength erupting from the remains had gradually weakened.
They had been guarding the remains for more than ten years.
During these ten years, the strength of the remains had always been relatively stable.
Was it because of this continuous release of energy that the main body of the remains could no longer keep up?
The martial artists all turned their eyes toward Miguel, their gazes carrying a hint of inquiry.
Miguel signaled for them to remain calm.
He himself did not quite know what to do.
From his perspective, at the start, the remains could steadily suppress the altar, but as time passed, the aura released from the stone tablet gradually eroded away the energy of the remains.
If it continued like this...
