Thick Qi Blood soared into the sky. It was a chaotic region, with corpses everywhere. There were Centaurs and other races.
"There are actually so many?"
Hechi looked at this bloody scene and could not help but feel surprised. "An Evil God that allows people to sacrifice blood actually has so many loyal followers?"
The people in front of him were all people who had chosen to follow the Evil God. There were centaurs and other races among them.
In the past, besides preaching to their races, Centaurs also preached among the slaves.
After a long time, under the influence of sugar-coated cannonballs, some people still believed in the Evil God. For this reason, it did not matter even if they placed their family and friends on the altar.
Even now, there are still quite a few people who followed that Evil God until now.
