"Boom!!"
Another golden light surged into the high sky, dissolving the touched undead into wisps of soul smoke that rose faintly into the air.
The mountain peak beneath everyone's feet shook once again, and at the center previously surrounded by three altars, another golden altar rose from the ground.
"A fourth altar?!"
Ye Mo lost her composure, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"How many Holy Saint relics are actually sealed within Soul Calming Mountain?"
Ye Yunruo was also bewildered, her trembling eyelashes betraying her inner turmoil.
"This is bad, this one is even more dangerous!"
In a fleeting glance, Ye Hanjun caught sight of the opponent's form.
He had no time to perform Talent Identification, but the incessant throbbing of his temples was enough to underscore the severity of the crisis.
"Hiss!"
A cluster of red mist rained from the sky, exploding like fireworks.