Ever since the slaughter unfolded, Hu Ma went to handle another important matter. He realized that the battle for destiny was not as simple as it seemed on the surface and did not travel with the army. Now, he remains at the beginning of all this.
Gazing at the sky beneath the gloomy night, he slowly closed his eyes and then suddenly opened them:
"Set up the altar!"
From inside his sleeve, with a whooshing sound, a stream of altar flags flew out and circled around him, the altar nine zhang high.
Then, Er Guotou, borrowing the power of the Magic Altar, slowly raised his hand, and five stone weights of varying sizes flew out from the nearby valley.
One after another, they each fell into his altar at different positions. Each stone weight landing caused this side of the world to tremble as if the entire world was faintly absorbed by the altar.
