Ye Chen's eyes flickered as he leaped into the air.
At this moment, a certain power of rules descended upon the Gathering Magic Altar.
Ye Chen, quick-eyed and deft, swept across with his sword.
This wisp of rule power was collected by the tear mark on his Celestial Mark Sword.
As it turns out, the Demon Race's altar isn't as effective at gathering rule power as the Celestial Mark Sword!
However, even if the Demon Race's altar could forcibly gather the Power of Celestial Rules continuously, each wisp of rule power required time to coalesce after the previous one appeared.
The battle outside could end at any time, and Ye Chen wasn't certain when. Whether the Demon Race or the Three Races won, if he couldn't leave before the outcome was decided, he would certainly be in danger.
Therefore.
He had to seize the benefits quickly and thoroughly.
Ye Chen's eyes were fixed on the bottom of this large altar!
Inside the altar, dense Demonic Qi roiled like an abyss with no end in sight.
