The footsteps of Qin Yuanfeng echoed through the mist, each step seeming to land heavily on the hearts of those about to become sacrificial offerings, intensifying the terror on their faces. Yet, Qin Yuanfeng had no spare attention for them; his gaze was like a torch, locked firmly onto the black-robed figures standing upon the altar, spiritual energy surging violently around his body.
As Qin Yuanfeng drew closer step by step, the men in black robes finally detected the anomaly. They halted their movements and turned their gazes toward the depths of the fog, their eyes flashing with vigilance and unease. The leader among the black-robed figures even let out a cold snort, his voice hoarse and chilling: "What sacred being are you, daring to trespass upon the holy land of our X Organization!"
Hearing this, a cold smile curved the corners of Qin Yuanfeng's lips: "X Organization? A pack of rats hiding their heads and tails, and you dare call this a holy land? I am Qin Yuanfeng of Daxia, and I have come today specifically to take your heads!"
Chapter 321