"Guardians of the Divine Altar, your grand master is back!" The handsome man's voice roared like thunder, making the surroundings rumble loudly.
But when the handsome man rushed into the altar, he realized that the corpses outside were considered lucky. Because the altar of the past had completely transformed. It had become a slave-based tribe. Passing through a large stone gate outside the altar, numerous dark-skinned indigenous guardians were all engaged in the hardest, most exhausting labor.
Some were gritting their teeth, struggling to transport those large, earth-yellow stone bricks. These stone bricks were taller than a person, making transportation extremely troublesome. Seven to eight people were moving the stone bricks, their bodies glistening with sweat that continually seeped outward from their skin.
