In the center of the complex, a massive altar carved with a roaring Ancestral Giant Dragon was emitting a faint glow.
Lin Ye's gaze focused.
'This is the place.'
Lin Ye was on high alert.
Under the cover of his Shadow Scale, he was like a silent phantom, quietly slipping into the shadows of the ancient complex.
A clearing had been made around the altar, and several simple tents were set up. The ashes from a recent campfire were still warm.
Clearly, this place had become a temporary camp.
Just as Lin Ye approached the edge of the altar, preparing to investigate further...
"Who's there!"
A cold shout suddenly rang out from a shadowy corner of the camp.
WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH—!
Before the voice had faded, three arrows shimmering with a faint blue light tore through the air in a triangular formation, whistling sharply as they shot toward him!
Lin Ye's pupils contracted slightly.
