The array masters and forging masters present could only recognize a tiny fraction of the runes just now, and for the most part, they were completely in the fog.
Paying no mind to what the people in the arena were thinking, Qin Shujian’s expression suddenly turned grave the moment the altar began to take rudimentary shape. A massive surge of divine will projected straight out of his body, transforming into an invisible, heavy hammer that slammed directly into the altar.
*Bang—*
Chapter 147