She was petrified, and after a scream, she felt her scalp tingle and couldn't utter a single word.
"No, don't come any closer, don't come any closer."
She murmured, watching the blood that had originally been dripping from her wrist now seemed to be sucked by something, continuously flying toward the mass of black air.
"Don't, I don't want to die, I don't want to..."
Soon, she couldn't speak anymore, her eyes becoming vacant, no longer seeing the black air, just feeling that she couldn't struggle, unable even to move.
Meanwhile, the people watching beneath the altar were also gasping in fright, involuntarily stepping back.
"Sang'er, stay back."
Zimo, seeing that the evil influences had almost finished consuming the blood, pushed Lin Caisang behind himself.
According to his speculation, even after consuming the poison Caisang had concocted, the evil influences wouldn't immediately be overcome by the poison; there would definitely be a period of resistance.
Indeed...
