The Demon Slaughterer attacked furiously, like an enraged beast, and the Great Thieves were gradually finding it hard to hold their ground.
"Boss, hurry up!"
"We can't hold it for much longer!"
Nie Yan quickened his pace and finally neared the central altar. Under the bombardment of a thousand Basic Magic Bombs, the altar was partially damaged, but its main structure remained intact.
It was a high platform, about three yards higher than the square, circular in shape, with a realistic demon image engraved on it—the sinister face, sharp fangs, cold eyes—vividly lifelike. This demon image was the totem of the Dark Elf Tribe.
Nie Yan walked to the center of the altar, where there was a small pit at the most central spot.
He immediately thought of the treasure key in his backpack; this key should fit into this pit.
Nie Yan took out the treasure key and slowly inserted it into the pit; it fit perfectly—seamlessly.
With a creaking sound.
