「Time passed.」
By noon, the sun grew even more brilliant, its golden light scorching and fierce.
Inside the arena.
The Divine Combat was also about to end!
Ninety-nine hearts!
Piled high on a golden platter.
They were offered up before the statue of the Goddess of Fertility!
These hearts all belonged to the Warriors who had been defeated and killed in the duels!
Their hearts, their honor, their souls—all would be offered as sacrifices to the Goddess of Fertility!
HUM.
A strange power clung to the hearts, causing them to beat as if still alive, radiating a scalding heat and pulsing with the vitality of life.
'Ensuring the "ingredients" stay fresh?' Su Ye sneered inwardly.
Then, atop the high platform, several Priests exchanged a look and nodded.
Bishop Moluo, who looked like a gaunt old man, stood up.
TAP.
He lightly touched the high platform with his gem-encrusted spiritual wood scepter, creating a crisp sound.
A ripple of Spiritual Power flickered out.
