Atop the altar, Chen Tang's expression was grave, his eyes flickering with rage, but his mind quickly regained composure as he calmed down.
The crisis before him was unprecedented, and he had to maintain his calm if there was any chance of finding a sliver of hope...
Now he was utterly immobilized, the Yin Yang Talisman in his left palm and the Fire Talisman within him, positioned between his chest and abdomen, were unleashing a bizarre power that made even moving a single finger a luxury.
But he could still see and hear. Even through the blood-colored light barrier that enveloped the whole surface of the altar, the cheers from everyone in the Main Hall of the Holy Land, the thunderous sound of Nangong Aoyue and Shui Qingrou and others striking the blood-colored light barrier, were all still incredibly distinct...
The stone bed beneath him seemingly possessed a pulling force on his body, and Chen Tang could feel his power rapidly depleting, being consumed by the stone bed.