"Catch him!" the white-haired old man shouted urgently, confirming Gu Fan's intuition that his approach was right. Without any hesitation, he stormed onto the altar and kicked over a table scattering various sacrificial items all over.
The people of the mysterious ancient town screamed in protest, their eyes wild as they seemed desperate to kill Gu Fan who was clutching the table and bellowing, "Anyone who dares to come closer will not be treated politely."
This threat proved effective. The people of the ancient town hesitated, seemingly vulnerable now.
Although Gu Fan had stabilized the situation, his heart continued to pound. He had no idea how to proceed. He couldn't just keep things at a deadlock indefinitely.
Gu Fan stole a glance at a nearby table, where Yang Xinran's beautiful head sat. But there was nothing beautiful about it now; instead, it made Gu Fan shudder.