The Horn

Zhou Leng shook his head. He repeatedly studied and memorized the sacrificial procedure, especially the most important Divine Script prayer. He simply took out a printer and printed it on paper to avoid making a mistake.

Once everything was ready, Zhou Leng walked to the side of the altar and shouted in Divine Script.

"All Giants who believe in me, light bonfires, surround the entire altar, and dance the Great Mountain-Climbing Dance together."

After saying that, he shouted it again in the Giants' language.

Shanhe Tianyue, Huang Jinli, and the others from the Ten Realms heard him and, without another word, began setting up bonfires. Then they danced the Great Mountain-Climbing Dance around them.

Most of the Extraterrestrial Giants were skeptical, but some had been cowed by Zhou Leng's strength and followed his instructions.

The majority of the Extraterrestrial Giants did not move.

Zhou Leng could not be bothered with them and continued pondering the sacrificial process.

A few minutes later, everyone below revealed looks of shock.

Within the pale-red mist, countless Giant Divine Death Spirits came pouring in from every direction.

These Divine Death Spirits came in all manner of grotesque shapes. Whatever form their bodies took, their heads were basically those of Giants.

They did not approach the crowd too closely. Several hundred meters from the Ancient Altar, they set up bonfires and danced the Great Mountain-Climbing Dance around them.

Everyone was dumbfounded. These were Divine Death Spirits, not Giants—how could they be doing this in such perfect unison?

Most terrifyingly, many of them were true Demigod Divine Death Spirits.

Even though they tried their utmost to suppress their power, a single glance at them was enough to make one's heart tremble with fear.

Those Demigod Divine Death Spirits stood twenty or thirty meters tall at the slightest,