The next mont!
Squish—!!!
Scores of sharp blades slicing through flesh fused into a hair-raising muffled sound!
Dozens of pale arms holding daggers.
At the exact sa angle and force, they suddenly slashed across their own throats.
The motions were swift and decisive, without a trace of hesitation, as if rehearsed countless tis.
Scarlet, scalding blood gushed from the dozens of neat incisions in an instant.
No screams, no struggle.
Only the hissing of blood spurting, and the nauseating sll of blood explosively perating the cold cave!
The white-robed figures, as if instantly drained of all strength, kept their self-slashing posture and heavily collapsed to their knees, their heads drooping lifelessly.
Blood gurgled from beneath them like a small stream, quickly spreading across the frost-covered ground.
However, an eerie scene unfolded.
The freely flowing blood, which should have frozen, seed drawn by an invisible force when it touched the ground near the altar’s base.
Like living creatures defying the laws of physics.
They began to frantically and eagerly gather and squirm towards the base of the altar.
The Dark Gold altar base greedily absorbed the sacrificial blood like a thirsty sponge.
As the blood flowed in, the runic light on the altar’s surface suddenly beca intense.
In the dark golden hue, threads of glaring scarlet erged, an ancient ferocity, a terrifying aura akin to an awakening of a sleeping fierce beast, mixed with the thick sll of blood, spread thunderously.
"Ugh..."
"What the fuck kind of sorcery is this?!"
"Damn it! These lunatics!!"
Among the "reinforcents" subdued by He Manhe’s intimidation, finally, soone snapped completely.
A tall, thin man with double hooks in his hands, his face as pale as paper.
Another burly man with bulging eyes pointed at He Manhe and Wu Gang and others, his voice trembling and hoarse from fear and anger:
"Who the hell are you?! This isn’t so Martial Saint Ruins! This is an Evil God ritual! You fooled us!!!"
This roar, like a thunderclap, instantly woke the others whose minds were clouded by greed and fear.
They looked at the headless white-robed corpses kneeling on the ground, at the frantically squirming blood pooling, at the increasingly concentrated blood light on the altar, and a chill surged from their soles up to their Celestial Spirits.
No matter how great the temptation, in the face of such a bloody, evil ritual, it transford into piercing fear.
"Wu Gang! Lin Wei! Explain yourselves!"
Another fiery-tempered swordman also sternly questioned, his hand already on the sword handle, and if not for He Manhe’s terrifying Tier Three pressure still weighing on them like sothing tangible, soone might have already erupted.
The scene instantly beca tense.
Wu Gang’s expression changed, a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes, quickly suppressed.
Taking a step forward, he shouted harshly: "Shut up! Why panic!"
He then rushed to a kneeling white-robed corpse, roughly tore off the hood.
A twisted, inhuman face was exposed to everyone!
The features of this face were almost squeezed together, the skin a decaying gray-green, with a crack in the center of the forehead where tiny tendrils seed to be writhing.
Absolutely not a normal human.
"Look closely."
Wu Gang’s voice carried a deliberate anger and disdain as he uncovered several more hoods, revealing uniformly twisted, mutated faces with clear traits of Alien God believers.
"These are all Alien God believers infiltrating Glazed Light City! They are mortal enemies of humanity! The claws of the Life Ghosts! Using their filthy blood to activate the ruins is purification! It’s waste utilization! Understand?! Do you really sympathize with these scum?!"
Wu Gang’s words struck like a cold hamr on their hearts.
Seeing those hideous, non-human corpses, hearing Wu Gang’s talk of "purification," "waste utilization," the rising fear and anger deflated like a pricked balloon.
Many faces showed a look of realization and a hint of embarrassnt.
Yes, Alien God believers...
They’re not human anymore.
Using their blood... Apparently, perhaps... not that hard to accept?
Especially thinking of the possible "Martial Saint Inheritance" within the ruins...
The swordman who first shouted, face turning blue to white, finally sheepishly lowered his hand from the sword, slightly bowing toward He Manhe’s direction: "I...I was being rash."
He Manhe hovered in the air, not even sparing a glance below, as if the commotion was nothing more than the chatter of ants.
Her full attention was focused on the altar.
Buzz—!!!
The altar, having absorbed enough blood, emitted a deep rumble, its surface gleaming intensely red.
The entire ice cave shook violently!
Crack... crumple...
In the horrified gazes of all, the massive Dark Gold altar, standing over ten ters tall, slowly split open from the center, as if pried by an invisible giant force, separating to both sides.
The ear-piercing sound of heavy tal scraping resounded, ice shards falling.
A deep stairway passage, only wide enough to allow one person through, extending downward, suddenly appeared at the base of the altar.
The passage was pitch black, a tangible cold air rushing out.
He Manhe finally descended slowly, standing at the entrance of the passage.
The indifference on her face receded slightly, replaced by an unusual seriousness.
"The entrance is open."
Her voice was icy, clearly reaching everyone’s ears.
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