She remembered, back then, to save Ye Yanran, she had injected her own blood into the Heavenly Destiny Star Plate. When her drop of blood fused with Ye Yanran's, it became a drop of golden blood.
The evil spells of these black-clothed men, although extremely convoluted and malicious, ultimately yielded the same result.
What exactly was the reason for this?
One after another, the black-clothed men slashed their wrists, blood gushing out like a fountain, pouring into the Blood Pool.
From their intense trembling, it was clear they were enduring immense pain, yet their chanting grew louder and more feverish, appearing both morbid and eerie.
Mu Hanyan suddenly found this scene somewhat familiar. Thinking back carefully, during the last extermination of the Guiyu Clan, she had seen a similar altar, though the altar of the Guiyu Clan was much smaller than this one. She didn't witness their use of evil spells, but it seemed there shouldn't be much difference.
