The mood was tense, with each step Liu Yang took, he felt as if a mountain were pressing on his body, and the closer he got to the altar, the greater was the pressure. This was not body pressure, but in Liu Yang's mind, he was very tense.
Liu Yang was already a meter from the altar, and the guardian still did nothing, it seemed that Liu Yang did not exist. It gave him some relief.
When Liu Yang arrived in front of the altar, he saw that the jewel was beautiful, he felt like taking it, but when Liu Yang's hand approached the altar, the guardian finally moved.
The guardian looked at Liu Yang as if it was looking at its worst enemy, he felt a chill down his spine when this happened and withdrew his hand, the guardian returned to the normal state. Liu Yang could only look at the jewel with silly eyes, the treasure was right in front of him, but he could do nothing to take it.