Intense smoke and heatwaves were seething at the volcanic crater.
"This place has such a strong sulfur smell!"
Sun Mo covered his nose. Thankfully, this was in the game. Otherwise, there was no way he'd come to this place.
Hui Yan assumed a devout attitude, using animal blood, bones, and rocks to prepare a sacrificial altar. He then looked toward his tribesmen.
"We'll need to offer eight lives as a sacrifice to activate the sacrificial altar. Now, it's time for you guys to choose."
Hui Yan looked at his tribesmen. "Is there anyone willing to sacrifice themselves?"
The aboriginals were stunned. They hadn't heard of this before!
"Chief... Chieftain, you're kidding, right?"
Hui Que laughed awkwardly.
"We're surrounded by enemies and time is tight. Is there a need for me to lie to you?"
Hui Yan's countenance was cold and he asked again, "Is anyone willing?"
No one replied.
