The preparation was almost complete. Many people had sat in the formation with their legs crossed, exactly the same as what happened in the Beimang remains.
A sense of urgency seized Lu Shu. Takashima was about to advance to Class A like this!
When everyone was seated, two lines of bloody tears rolled down Takashima's face. The streams slid down his cheeks, seeming to have awakened the human blood on the ground. Like tentacles, blood reached out to connect with his tears.
At this moment, numerous traces of blood rose from within the formation, wrapping around all the Practitioners. Meanwhile, Takashima's trusted subordinates guarded the ground outside the formation.
"Everyone, God bless you in heaven," Takashima said and closed his eyes.
The ritual had begun, and every individual involved was awaiting their death in silence.
"Wait!" Lu Shu suddenly raised his hand. "I want to use the bathroom!"
