The strong warrior from the Iron Armor Race agreed to Ye Chen's condition, then turned to the elite of the Iron Armor Race behind him and shouted, "Once inside the altar, if this Asura brat isn't dead, no one is to rush to the top of the altar!"
Nine elite young warriors from the Iron Armor Race all responded in unison, then swiftly flew out, standing at the edge of the second altar.
Ye Chen also walked over.
"Asura, be careful!" Tang Hao shouted.
Ye Chen nodded and proceeded directly.
The nine young elites from the Iron Armor Race stared at Ye Chen, their gaze seemingly wanting to swallow Ye Chen alive!
"Asura, your death is imminent!"
"Hmph, relying on your immunity to illusions, you could deal with the Celestial Eye Race. Our Iron Armor Race's strength will crush you into a puddle of mud effortlessly!"
Among these nine young elites of the Iron Armor Race, a woman was evidently the most powerful. Her entire skin was silver and iron-clad, looking extremely hard.
