Beyond Ye Wuque’s imagination!

How cruel and crazy is this??

The entire eighth level of blood sacrifice!

It’s unimaginable!

Cold and bloody to the extreme!

These creatures... damn!

So!

What is the purpose of these creatures?

The entire eighth level of the Taoist God's Blood Sacrifice must have some purpose.

Is it to release some kind of terrifying existence?

Or something else...

"Um?"

Suddenly, Ye Wuque's eyes flashed and he looked at the center of the eighth level of the Taoist God. There was a central square there.

And in the central square, there was a figure sitting quietly.

Ye Wuque had no expression on his face and rushed over immediately.

When he arrived at the central square, he saw clearly that the figure sitting cross-legged seemed to be very thin, and he was an old man.

Turn your back to him!

Ye Wuque felt an extreme coldness and domineering coming from the old man.

Before Ye Wuque could make a move, a dry and cold, hoarse old voice, as if chewing iron slag, suddenly sounded.

The sound was intermittent, as if it could not be produced by a living person!

"I didn't...expect...that there would be another...fish that slipped through the net..."

"Become... the last... bit of... nourishment... food..."

boom!!
Chapter completed!