Abyss Summoner

The two scarred corpses were laid on the ground. It’s hard to imagine what they went through before death, but what was certain is that it was undoubtedly a prolonged torment.

Lanta’s body was half mummified, even covered with many corpse spots, and one of the eyes had turned grayish, like a corpse buried underground for countless years. Besides that, his body also bore various degrees of claw marks, seemingly attacked by some giant creature, with a shoulder missing a large chunk of flesh.

As for the Frost Giant, its favorite armor was broken, exuding a dense Dragon Qi, indicating it had been completely engulfed by Dragon Breath. But this was not the fatal wound. The Frost Giant was naturally endowed with formidable defense; even Dragon Breath could not completely subdue it. Instead, the fatal blow was a wound in the center of its forehead.

A fist mark!

That was a fist mark!

Compared to the Frost Giant’s terrifying body, that fist mark looked more like a red mole. Yet, it was this tiny red mole that eventually claimed the life of this top-tier Abyss powerhouse!

Chen Feng believed that they must have experienced immense fear before their deaths. Anyone suddenly besieged by several strong contemporaries might find it inconceivable!

Both emphasized surrender before their deaths, but Chen Feng’s order was an uncompromising kill. He would not allow unstable occurrences. Compared to allegiance without loyalty, the two legendary corpses were his real targets.

These were high-quality sacrifices!

Chen Feng weighed his options. His Summoned Beast slots were full. In addition, he had signed a fair contract with a Legendary Bone Dragon and a Demigod Mummy. Therefore, continuing to summon seemed meaningless, and he chose to sacrifice these two corpses to the altar!

After several altar sacrifices, Chen Feng increasingly felt the extraordinary nature of the altar. He even had a crazy thought in his mind that the altar might be the embodiment of the Abyss.

The fearsome altar uses blood as nourishment, feeding back to the Abyss World. But this was just Chen Feng’s unilateral imagination. Although he possessed Legendary Power now, compared to the Abyss and the altar, he hardly amounted to anything, so he couldn’t determine the essence of the altar’s energy.

Chen Feng twirled the Frost Ring in his hand. He was already used to summoning the altar, needing no excess thought. Within seconds, he placed both hands on the corpses of the two legendary powerhouses.

Evil power broke through space and descended beside Chen Feng. The altar remained ancient and gave a sensation of an uncountable history of dust. However, the center of the altar was filled with bloodstains, the scent of blood overwhelmingly entering Chen Feng’s nostrils.

Even though Chen Feng was accustomed to gore, each time he summoned the altar, he still felt an overwhelming sense of helplessness, knowing those unremovable blood stains were the blood of at least Legendary beings. Some might even be the blood of an Evil God.

Chen Feng was suddenly startled by this thought.

Sacrificing an Evil God?

What could be more insane than that?

However, once this thought appeared, it stuck to his mind like a parasite. By sacrificing legendary creatures, he could get powerful gear like the Frost Ring. Then, what if it was a real Evil God? Would there be divinity feedback, or even a real Divine Artifact?

Sub-divine Artifacts cannot compare to Divine Artifacts. These weapons might even have developed a certain Spiritual Sense. Once damaged in battle, they could absorb surrounding energy to repair themselves!

At the altar’s center.

Chen Feng watched as two chains rose and wrapped around Lanta and the Frost Giant, binding them tightly. A familiar scene unfolded; countless arms extended from the altar, frantically tearing the two legendary corpses apart. Due to their level, the bodies were as tough as steel, yet they were shredded like paper in an instant.

"Master’s means are truly unimaginable, to communicate such a horrifying sacrificial scene, yet it’s unknown what this altar before us is," said the Legendary Flame Demon, standing aside with a hint of fear in its gaze, speaking to Chen Feng in a low tone.

After devouring two-thirds of the Molten Giant Beast’s essence blood, the Legendary Flame Demon was far mightier than before. In terms of the Summoned Beasts, if any were to first step into the Epic level, it would be him!

It was precisely because of this that Chen Feng chose to dismiss the other Summoned Beasts, leaving only this one by his side, with only one purpose—to keep him in check!

Those in power know that kindness alone only breeds gratitude but not awe among subordinates.

Combining both harshness and leniency can instill a sense of awe, preventing any thoughts of rebellion.

The Legendary Flame Demon had never seen such a terrifying existence as this altar. With its strong Spiritual Sense, it could feel the terrifying aura flowing on it, and some of the blood on the altar even made it tremble.

Energy that could instill fear in itself—is it Epic Blood? Or even higher-tier beings?

The pride from progressing in strength immediately vanished. What it did not expect was that the master could actually communicate with such a formidable altar. Frankly, once entered into it, perhaps it couldn’t even struggle before being torn to shreds.

"What is this altar?" Hearing the question from the Legendary Flame Demon, Chen Feng fell silent, for this was also the answer he sought.

Yet, being a master, Chen Feng would not voice such questions weakening his prestige. Instead, he frowned slightly, speaking coldly, "That’s not something you need to know!"

The Legendary Flame Demon shuddered, quickly bowing its head in acknowledgment of its wrong.

In the moment of bowing its head, the Legendary Flame Demon’s eyes showed a gleam of contemplation. It had never encountered such a fearsome existence. Even when obtaining the Endless Sword, it hadn’t experienced such helplessness.

It’s not a Sub-divine Artifact.

Could it be... a Divine Artifact?

Yes, only a true legendary Divine Artifact could make it feel such helplessness. Allegedly, some Divine Artifacts possess cognitive abilities. If not recognized willingly, even an Epic powerhouse could be killed in an instant when trying to seize it forcefully!

Divine Artifacts come in various forms, like books, longbows, or like Vicna’s Dharma Eye, a part of a Great Power’s body. If it appeared as an altar form, it might not be impossible either.

The more the Legendary Flame Demon thought, the more terrified it became. More shocking was its realization that its master could communicate with this altar. Did it mean the master held a Divine Artifact?

Though this seemed unrealistic, considering the master’s power was only legendary.

Yet, even if there was some connection, this was an astounding secret!

After all, not every Divine Spirit possesses its own Divine Artifact. The whole situation seemed somewhat eerie. Even some Divine Spirits couldn’t control Divine Artifacts, yet the master could communicate with one. What could be more astonishing?

The Legendary Flame Demon felt its mind falling into chaos, and when it looked at Chen Feng, fear and respect grew compared to before.

All little scheming vanished like a ghost in the sunlight!

The Legendary Flame Demon’s every move was under Chen Feng’s observation. Satisfaction flickered in his eyes. Subtle intimidation is most deadly. He didn’t want to explain much because it would lessen the mystery in the Flame Demon’s heart.

After the intimidation, Chen Feng turned his attention back to the altar. By this time, the two powerful beings had completely turned into piles of flesh. The altar, like some monstrous creature, seemed to swallow the meat and bones placed on it, gradually vanishing, leaving only a crimson stain to prove that Lanta and the Frost Giant once existed.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, his mind began to connect with the altar. He offered his sacrifices, and now it was time to reap the rewards!