The scene shifted.
In the deepest part of the Fuso Imperial Clan.
A dark room, eerily unusual, filled with tens of thousands of skulls, a chilling wind blew, emitting a ghostly wailing noise.
"Clan Leader, we can begin the ritual now!" a hunchbacked blood-robed sorcerer spoke, holding a serpent staff in his hand, his body exuding an exceptionally unattractive aura!
If someone with sharp eyes were here, they would be astounded!
This ugly blood-robed sorcerer was one of the top ten sorcerers of the Dragon Country, ruthless and brutal.
His nickname was Blood Sorcerer!
Next to Blood Sorcerer stood a middle-aged man in purple robes, tall and imposing, naturally commanding, indeed the Clan Leader of the Fuso Imperial Clan—Clan Leader!
"Do we really need to do this, what if the Martial Saint of Dragon Country notices, it could implicate our Fuso royal family…" a hint of hesitation crossed the imperial gaze.
