"A bunch of idiots!"
Standing on the stone altar, Whale Falling Chen removed his hand from the stone surface and looked back at the people frozen in place, unable to hide his scorn.
If there truly were ruins, how could he bring them here?
As for the palace, it was just a guise. The most valuable part of the whole ruin was this altar, capable of releasing silvery illusionary lightning. Anyone struck by it would fall into an illusion, irretrievably trapped.
"However, this perfectly demonstrates how well I masked my intentions, otherwise, these dunces wouldn't have fallen for it so easily!"
He stroked his white beard and couldn't help letting out a complacent chuckle.
Next, he took out a bronze cauldron half a person's height from his storage bag, removed the cauldron lid to reveal a cauldron full of sticky blood plasma.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Blood coloured faces, as if sealed within, revealing their features and struggling and roaring towards the outside, but unable to break free.
