The voice fell.
The attention of the three black-robed figures, along with He Chenghai and the wounded Meng Siyu, who was half-kneeling on the ground unable to move, all fell on the distant stone gate at this moment.
"Not good, that's the altar."
He Chenghai remembered this and his face quickly turned gloomy.
The elder in a black robe snorted coldly, his fingers curving into the shape of an eagle's claw, and with a long shout, the shadow of a sturdy eagle flashed and disappeared behind him.
Bang... crack!
The tall bluestone cracked viciously under this claw, shattering into pieces of rubble.
As the stone shattered.
Lorna almost instantly raised her twin blades and charged out like lightning, the white moonlight on her body shining brilliantly.
"Eagle Elder still held back with this claw, huh."
Another black-robed woman let out a coquettish laugh.
