"Ah, ah, ah!"
Spine-chilling howls reverberated continuously, the erratic Devil Fire flickering, casting light upon pale and numb faces, eyes wide open in death.
Countless such faces piled up, layered upon one another, with no end and no beginning.
The dead, unblinking eyes on those pale faces eerily gazed in one direction.
At the very center, a blood-red lotus seemingly appeared out of nowhere, floating grotesquely, with the sound of blood flowing audible upon its large petals, and bright, luminescent rays emanating from within the blood.
This was no ordinary mortal blood.
At the weakest, it was the blood of cultivators, Human Cultivators who had cultivated their Primordial Spirits.
But they had all become corpses, sacrificial offerings in some sinister and bizarre ritual, their number surely reaching into the hundreds of millions.
At that moment, atop the colossal Blood Lotus, a similarly enormous mass of shapeless flesh was writhing and wailing in agony!