Suddenly, Yin Dong felt a sharp pain in his head, as if he had been stabbed with an awl, and he exclaimed: "Fuck! Shell, why did you stab me?"

There was a fluctuation of thought from the mysterious shell - give your kid a small lesson, and if you dare to slander this great god, you will taste the taste of ten thousand arrows piercing your brain.

"You...... It's uncle!" Yin Dong was stunned.

Since the mysterious shell was so eager to let him devour the fire, Yin Dong also let go, his figure flickered, and in an instant, countless afterimages were left in this small space, as if they were instantly incarnated, making it difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood.

The witch's form flickered, and he landed in front of the altar, and with his arms outstretched, he began to chant rapidly, emitting a series of strange and difficult voices with a strange rhythm.

Yin Dong couldn't understand it, but it didn't prevent him from observing the changes that Wu's chanting brought to the fire.

The flame suspended in the center of the ancient altar was originally burning quietly, but with the chanting of the witch, the flame seemed to be poured with oil, and the flames jumped up, getting bigger and bigger, and the flame was magnificent, and the flames quickly spread throughout the altar, but they were confined to the altar by an invisible force.

This strange phenomenon made Yin Dong feel an inexplicable crisis, his figure flickered, and he kept paying attention to the soaring flame body, clearly captured the flames, and manifested a rune pattern, hoping that it had a terrifying power.

Yin Dong intuited that the terrifying power was extremely dangerous, and there was a dragon yuan coming out of his body, blocking the invisible power emanating, and there was also a cool air flow in his mind.

Outside the area where the altar was located, the light had dimmed completely, and the fire in the altar became brighter and redder.

The witch's chanting voice became more and more urgent, more and more high-pitched, and the rhythm became faster and faster, and the roar of countless beasts could be faintly heard, and the roar seemed to come from the roar of ancient fierce beasts.

At this time, there were countless animal skin drums being beaten, and the drums clicked as if they smashed into Yin Dong's heart, making him look in a trance, as if he saw the ancient barbarians dancing the ancient dance of sacrifice around the bonfire.

The flame on the altar burst out one after another with small flames, drifting outward, but hitting the invisible barrier at the edge of the altar, being blocked, and then scattered, merging into the blazing red light.

As the rhythm of the witch's chanting accelerated, there were more and more small flames, and more and more flames were integrated into the firelight, and more and more rune patterns appeared in the churning fire on the altar, which was still very vague at first, but later the firelight became brighter and brighter, and the rune patterns became clearer and more complete.

The light of the fire on the altar was like a boiling sea of fire, and although the light was confined to the altar and did not drift out, the temperature was getting higher and higher in the darkness around it.

Yin Dong's body was in the high temperature, there was no discomfort, no burning pain, but a very comfortable warm feeling, as if he was soaking in a hot spring.

Standing in front of the altar, the figure of the witch was shrouded in darkness, but behind it was an altar like a sea of fire, and the light of the fire made him even more mysterious, like a messenger of God who came out of the sea of fire.

Many of the flames that burst out of the fire shot at Wu, but they couldn't touch him, they were blocked, and they merged into the red light behind him, and his state, like being beaten with chicken blood, was extremely excited.

At the end of the chanting, the red light of the altar spread, at first, like a lit candle, a small cluster of flames burst out above his head, and soon more and more flames floated over, like a torch above his head, and there was a tendency to spread downward, spreading to his body and limbs.

Yin Dong looked confused, how could he look at the rhythm of Wu is going to burn himself to death?

Could it be that the witch is performing some kind of evil sorcery, using his own life as a medium and the like, casting spells on him, turning him into a sacrifice and becoming fuel for the fire?

This thought really made Yin Dong a little creepy, and he had the urge to escape...... If it weren't for the mysterious shell's insistence on letting him devour the fire, he would have escaped in the first place.

The mysterious shells are in a hurry - do it, what are you kid grinding about?

Yin Dong gritted his teeth, he really couldn't wait any longer, otherwise when the witch successfully cast the witchcraft and killed him, it would be one corpse and two lives...... He still has his son Xiaobao in the ruins, if he dies here, Xiaobao will definitely not live.

"Kill!"

Yin Dong roared violently, and with a furious dragon might, he pressed towards Wu, and his hand directly slapped a blood dragon claw, directly grabbing Wu's forehead.

At the same time, Yin Dong's dragon soul thorn also shot out like rain, stabbing fiercely at Wu.

Even if the realm of Yin Dong is not high, but the dragon soul thorn and blood dragon claw, coupled with the dragon power shock, the combat power is also soaring, and if the ancestor-level powerhouse does not defend properly, he will be seriously injured if he does not die.

But now......

Wu was unexpectedly unaffected, the Dragon Soul Thorn and Long Wei were directly melted by the fire on his body, and Yin Dong's blood dragon claw was also blocked by the fire and quickly melted.

However, Yin Dong's attack did not stop, his body did not retreat, but advanced, and fell directly in front of Wu, raising his palm and pressing on Wu's forehead, a violent devouring force emerged, and the fire covering Wu's body, as well as the flames that kept splashing, were all swallowed.

Wu didn't care at all when Yin Dong made a surprise attack, and even a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, as if he decided that Yin Dong couldn't hurt him.

At this moment, when he found that the devouring power gushing out of Yin Dong's hand was extremely violent, not only devouring the red light and flames, but also the qi and blood on his body were affected, as if they were about to come out of his body, and he panicked.

Yin Dong saw the panic in Wu's eyes, and breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, it seemed that this method still worked.

The power of the altar triggered by the witchcraft caused the fire to mutate, causing the power of the fire to increase suddenly, which must have caused a lot of energy loss on the altar.

The power of the altar is certainly limited, or rather, it takes time to replenish it. When he devoured the red light and flames on the witch's body, he was also devouring the energy of the altar. As long as he devours fast enough, the energy loss of the altar greatly exceeds the speed of replenishment, and the altar can collapse.

Yin Dong's speculation was quickly confirmed.

The next moment, Wu screamed, "Stop! You can't devour the altar energy anymore, or this space will collapse!"

"What if the space collapses? The energy of the spatial turbulence, I can also devour it, what am I afraid of?" Yin Dong had an indifferent attitude, and the devouring power gushing out of his hand was even more violent, and the flames sputtered out of the fire were directly pulled by the violent devouring power.

The witch roared angrily: "You are the messenger of the beast king, how can you do such a thing to harm the Yan tribe? The fire of the Yan tribe will not be extinguished, and the holy mountain will ......."

In the middle of the conversation, Wu stopped talking, and a look of frustration flashed on his face.