The sacrificial grounds seemed to have some sort of demonic and extremely terrifying presence. When the memorial tablet shook, it let out a terrifying and faint whimper. It was like an old ghost from the most ancient era -- an inexplicable existence had awoken, whispering and crying, wanting to return to the present world.
The officiator’s face was devoid of blood. Even he was terrified. His waist tightened, wanting to break free from the river of time and leave the sacrificial grounds at any time.
However, he could not!
He was the officiator of this era. If he really left his post without permission, he would bear a great responsibility.
Chi!
At the first moment, he cut his black-gold-like wrist, and colorful blood dripped down. The colorful blood did not overlap with each other and actually circulated alone.
Among them, the most important one was a stream of gray blood. It was like the blood of death from Hell, devouring all life in the outside world.
