The only problem is that Iron Skill Bone's dance is terrible.
But there's no choice; he's the only one who can dance it.
Iron Skill Bone keeps stumbling, fumbling clumsily, spending twice as much time as usual to adapt to his painfully splitting limbs, entering a slightly drunken state of frenzy.
With Iron Skill Bone's dance, matching a special rhythm, the atmosphere inside the grand hall begins to change.
On the statue of the White Bone Barbarian God, blood qi oozes out.
Blood flows from the Barbarian God's face.
The aura of the Evil Spirit becomes increasingly intense.
Mo Hua's gaze grows ever brighter.
Finally, as a deep and dreadful muttering echoes, a blood mist suddenly descends, shrouding the altar from top to bottom.
This blood mist of the Evil God, ordinary cultivators shouldn't be able to see it.
But Iron Skill Bone sees it.
Originally dancing, Iron Skill Bone turns pale instantly, and exclaims in fear:
