C840 Long Zhan Feng's Intentions

Nine black pillars that were covered in skulls surrounded the circular altar, and fine steel chains as thick as an adult's arm intersected with each other. The sound of the wind clanging against the altar could be heard. A thick stench permeated the air. On the crimson altar, the corpses of a few ferocious beasts were quietly lying there.

A beautiful figure stood on the iron chain