Blood Spirit Altar
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
"As you know, the ghosts after the enhancement chased after us!"
"If it weren't for you, I'm afraid we would have been wiped out!" Zhu Wen said with lingering fear.
"You're saying that these ghosts rushed out from inside?" Zhou Han pondered for a moment and asked.
"Yes, I'm quite sure! There are still quite a few drifting shadows in there."
"Therefore, I have reason to suspect that it's a tribe of ghosts." Zhu Wen voiced his guess.
Zhou Han nodded. It sounded like that, but he would only know the exact situation after seeing it with his own eyes.
However, such a commotion would definitely attract the attention of other players.
One had to know that there were hundreds of thousands of players who had entered this dungeon.
Zhou Han was worried that someone would intercept him and his efforts would be in vain.
"You're too slow!"
Picking up Zhu Wen's collar, Zhou Han directly used [Wind Flight].
His speed soared.