Above the pervasive blood clouds, a figure finally appeared.
It was an old man with wrinkled skin, gaunt, and eyes like a vulture.
His pupils were also filled with a deep scarlet, a thick and dense red vein, like a scar, stretching from beneath his eyes to his jaw.
He scanned his surroundings, passing over one frightened face after another and smiled, saying, "This is the choice of the era; I wasn't as lucky as you all back in my day."
"Some of you might have some life-saving measures, and resurrection techniques, but if I directly sacrifice you all to my lord, will you still be able to resurrect?"
"Now, I'm giving you two choices. One is to willingly embrace the glorious filth, and the other, is for me, an old man, to personally make the sacrifice."
"I actually hope you choose the latter, hehehe—"
He stood on the clouds and laughed uproarously.
However, the Blood Ghost was not careless.
