Bloodline of the Dragon Clan

Hou Jingfeng and Gong Zhangyan smashed onto the ground one after another. Dust flew into the air. They clutched their chests and vomited a great deal of blood. Their faces were pale, and their complexions pasty. Their eyes began to look hazy and unfocused.

After a moment of subconscious struggling, the two of them laid on the ground with dazed expressions. They were not able to get up again.

Pei Fengwu took a deep breath. She could tell from one glance that the injuries the two had suffered were serious. It was likely that their souls had been injured. What had happened after they went in? Could there be something even more terrifying in the altar?

The two had so badly injured in a very short space of time. With their capabilities, they should have been able to hold out for longer, even if they were going head to head with three mythical beasts. 

Neither of them had the beast king's treasure box with them. They had evidently failed the task.