"My lord, everything is ready!"
Above the West Sea Secret Palace, facing Elder Shen, who had hurried back anxiously, the leading Yaksha immediately ran over to offer congratulations.
Upon hearing the news, Elder Shen looked up, and amidst the circling Blood Guards, there sat a blood essence stone the size of a fist, flickering with a tempting red light. Around it, several nobles from the Dragon Palace, hewn from ice, were already grotesquely twisted in a continuous process of blood transfusion and bleeding, presenting an especially horrifying sight.
Elder Shen naturally couldn't be bothered to look at those nobles who had been wasted. If it weren't for their more useful purpose, he wouldn't mind using methods a hundred or a thousand times crueler, to let these so-called nobles experience the thrill of being treated as experimental subjects.
Sizzle!
