Given the current situation,
it seemed that the conflict over the Holy Relics involved a great many powers.
Rushing into the fray was not a wise choice.
However, to be a dark chess player hidden in the shadows seemed not too bad of an idea.
The moment Xia Feng touched the temporal box and received the information inside, which took but an instant, he quickly altered the information within. At the same time, he looked around.
The fire sea was filled with sharp roars coming one after another as one rotted corpse after another, covered in congealed Blood Flame, horrifically surged toward him with savage faces.
These were the furnace slaves who had lost their sanity to the flames, emitting a terrifying aura.
Xia Feng's expression turned grave as he seized the temporal box and leaped into the air, operating the Blood Spirit Mechanism to fly toward the exit with blood ablaze all over his body.
Xia Feng moved too fast for everyone to snap back from their incredulous shock,
