The true face was revealed.
Desolate, decayed, almost a desiccated corpse, obviously long dead, merely an illusion created by the Blood God's sinister means.
Strictly speaking, the people in this village had died long ago, not a single one survived.
The so-called sleeping in coffins, offering incense, were nothing but the Blood God's ploys, and those who complied would end up with no burial ground, with no chance of survival whatsoever.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
One by one, the monsters burst, and before long, all the villagers linked to the Blood God by red chains had died.
The air was filled with the stench of decay.
Then, Fang Yang grasped the chains and gave a forceful pull.
Splash!
Accompanied by a series of sounds, the Blood God was directly dragged to his side.
Full of fear.
Before there was time to beg for mercy.
A large hand directly grasped his skull, and then, squeezed hard.
Bang!
