The disciples of the Voodoo Sect were thrown into turmoil.
"This is terrible! Elder Fierce Tiger has been killed!"
Cries of alarm rose one after another.
Xue An shifted his gaze from the altar, his expression growing colder.
For he saw countless spirits of sacrificed children clinging to the altar, a clear sign that this was not their first sacrifice.
This ignited a fierce killing intent in Xue An, and he could not bother with any more idle words.
With a wave of his hand, countless beams of Sword Qi emerged.
"Kill!"
The Sword Qi surged like an ocean, completely engulfing all the disciples below.
"Spare them!" someone shouted as they charged over.
But it was already too late.
In the blink of an eye, these people had all turned into pools of blood.
It was then that four or five individuals rushed over from the village.
The sight before them turned their faces ashen.
