Yuan Yicheng casually cast out a spray of light, and turned to fly in front of Lin Fei.
"The core urban area should be enough now," he whispered.
Lin Fei nodded.
"The area size must have a hundred thousand people. After this snowstorm, less than 5% will likely survive, which should be enough."
"So can we start now?" Yuan Yicheng asked.
"Yes."
Lin Fei casually traced a line.
A ring of airwaves swept out, clearing a space around them.
He stretched out his right hand, and a fist-sized red light flew from his palm, hovering in front of him.
"Blood Sacrifice, begin," Lin Fei said calmly.
The red light sphere hovered, filled with countless flowing liquids, resembling blood.
A cold voice entered Lin Fei's mind.
"Beginning the Blood Sacrifice, checking the sacrifices."
The red light sphere hissed and shot out large tentacles of blood points in all directions.
Each blood point precisely entered a corpse, turning them into a mix of blood and flesh, floating up.
