But this only intensified his determination to win. He steadied his stance and pulled out the altar, his muscles vibrating instantly, and his back arching high.
"Roar!"
With that ferocious shout, a brute force immediately pulled him free from the entanglement of flesh and blood, completely severing the connection between the two.
Lance raised the altar with one hand, tearing at the flesh entangling him with the other, and offered it in sacrifice, as the Void Devourer came completely erasing the power of that ritual.
At this moment, Lance glanced back at the Limping Walker fallen on the ground, the injury halted but the situation was not as anticipated.
Meanwhile, he could feel the complex eyes of the Limping Walker staring at the altar in his hand, as if it suddenly came to a realization.
The altar is the lifeline of the Limping Walker, whoever controls this altar controls the Limping Walker, the ancestor can do it, why not myself.
