He Ao lowered his head to look at the pool of blood beneath his feet.
Raindrops fell into the pool of blood, already distorting its original shape, but through the hazy curtain of rain, He Ao could still roughly make out the symbol that the pool of blood had once formed.
It was a symbol drawn in fresh blood, 'K'.
And in the very center of the blood pool, where He Ao had just knelt, lay a black and white, eerily smiling mask,
Of all the occult knowledge, Jess had studied the most about sacrifices, as this involved the making of gene potions.
Similarly, he understood the appetites of the 'Evil Gods' well, with the sacrifices he could offer, an Evil God would hardly bestow power beyond C-level, and no divine being would aid him, nor did he have anything else to rely on.
