The great sun blazes, illuminating the starry sky.
This is a brilliance that has never appeared on the Desolate Ancient Battlefield. At one moment, it pierces the darkness, at another, it causes the world to dim. The two eerie sensations blend together, making one almost lose the ability to think.
Meanwhile, the surrounding space is also violently shaking. The blood mist within the range of those rays is instantly evaporated, revealing a dense crowd of Blood God Cultists on the blood-colored altar.
Most of them are wearing blood-red robes, with varying body sizes of different races. Without exception, they are covered in grotesque bone spikes and wear pale masks, extremely bizarre.
"Kill!"
The terrifying rays instead cause them to lose their rationality, shrieking miserably as they wave bone staffs, emitting dim blood light, but soon turn into charred ash.
"Such powerful sorcery!"
The Snake Demoness leader stared hard outside the cabin and said in a deep voice.
