Time flowed by minute by minute and soon it was 10 in the morning. A loud voice echoed.
"The time has arrived, time for the sacrifice to start…"
Hearing this, Fang Ning arose from his exclusive seat and walked towards the high platform. A desert spanning thousands of square kilometers hushed in an instant, even the wind quieted down seemingly in a bid to not disturb the solemn situation.
An audience of thirty million had their gazes focused on the high platform.
Of course, a majority of the audience could not see anything at all. Only the minority seated at the very front could see everything clearly.
In comparison, the ones watching the broadcast were much luckier as the camera was aimed right at the sacrificial platform, and the picture was as clear as day.
The platform was nine meters tall, and it had nine steps to the top. Once Fang Ning neared the first step, he halted slightly in his actions.
