"The second step of the ritual is complete!" The voice of the Mimic Venerable King rang out.
The prophecy representing the "Princess" had already been fulfilled.
"Bang!" The door was violently slammed open.
The Baron, panting heavily, rushed to the rooftop. At this moment, he was drenched in sweat and his face was filled with urgency as he asked, "What happened?"
Xue Dili could only shake his head silently, and as he came to the edge of the Ancient Castle and saw the corpse on the flagpole below, he suddenly collapsed on the ground as if all strength had left his body.
A sound like a bull panting arose on the rooftop, and his heart was pounding violently, whether from fear and anger, or because he had exhausted all his energy rushing to the rooftop.
Now, however, his face was ashen. He leaned against the wall of the Ancient Castle, quietly gazing at the stars and the moon in the sky.
