Seeing this scene, Ye Chen was somewhat surprised. Although he was not affected by the pressure, the power eruptions of the altar were clearly beyond his imagination.
At this moment, although the barrier of the altar had emerged, it appeared somewhat dim. Clearly, after endless years, there was not much energy left in the altar's guardian formation. The Golden Winged Roc that had been blown away flew back again, with an endless brutality in its eyes.
The Golden Winged Roc's violent killing intent swept across all directions, and the golden feathers on its body unexpectedly radiated a dazzling golden light at this moment.
"Golden Feather Splitting Sky!"
The Golden Winged Roc roared, and the golden light in the sky suddenly condensed, transforming into enormous golden feathers, as if to tear the sky apart and slay the stars, bombarding the barrier of the altar like raindrops.
