When light spilled out, midnight turned into dawn.
With the cruise ship as the core, one "Fire Candle" after another was lit, and a pale blue halo spread from each point, enveloping the entire ship and everything around it in fog.
The Massacre ritual had begun.
"This, is the God of Martial Fight's sacrifice..."
Above a certain tower, what Lu Ping'an saw in his "field of vision" was a different landscape.
He saw, centered around various "focus points," waves from the Exotic Realm expanding, pulling everything around them in.
Resonance, and something akin to it, made the whole area begin to break away from the main world's constraints.
After reaching a critical point... it vanished.
"....It's kind of familiar. No, it's exactly the same. So these so-called Proper Gods and Evil Gods really have no essential difference."
Of course, it was familiar; it was the same as when Lu Ping'an and Guan Xinxian had fought the Fishman's kin by the lakeside.
