When piercing red pillars of light appeared across Blue Star and penetrated the sky, Fang You saw them.
But it was already too late.
The heretical cult's rituals were merely pawns, cannon fodder, laughing madly as they leaped into the boiling blood pools, faces filled with honor and eagerness.
The ritual had been completed, irreversible.
All that could be heard was the system's alert tones tinkling in the ear.
At the same time,
in Blue Star regions where people were still barely clinging to life, survivors looked up, their expressions turning to shock.
"What... what is that?"
"A red moon?"
"But isn't it day time now?"
Some survivors murmured.
The next moment, it was as if they heard countless murmurs growing clearer, like tiny insects burrowing into their ears.
They fell to their knees, clutching their heads in agony.
