The sky had long since darkened, and starlight scattered down.
"Those people have committed terrible sins for the sake of the Lower Realm, killing how many people in the end, they truly deserve to be punished," the Clan Leader said, his body reeking of alcohol as he glared and spoke.
The crowd was indignant, using the blood of the beings in the Lower Realm as sacrifice, treating them completely as livestock, not as their own kind—cruel and bloody, it was infuriating.
At the mention of this, young men like Dazhuang and Er Meng felt their blood boil even more, wishing they could take matters into their own hands and kill those people, to level them completely.
The moonlight was bright and clear, and the lake was as clean as a sapphire, but after midnight, many people had already collapsed drunkenly on the grass, with only a few still competing in drinking around the bonfire, their faces all red and their speech unclear.
