"Holy Spirit Cult..."
Yang Yu's voice was not loud, yet it instantly froze the atmosphere that had only just relaxed after obtaining the spirit ring. The guards immediately entered combat readiness, warily looking toward the southwest.
Zhu Zhuqing had just finished absorbing the spirit ring, and her aura had yet to fully settle, but her eyes were already sharp as blades. Her fifth spirit ring faintly shimmered with dim light. Xiao Wu's face turned even paler. The name Holy Spirit Cult instinctively filled her with fear.
"How many? What exactly are they doing?" Yang Yu asked the guard who had reported it.
"Eight people, wearing gray cloaks. Their faces can't be seen. They're drawing some complex patterns in a clearing in the forest, seemingly setting up a formation. There are also several... fresh spirit beast corpses nearby, their blood being directed into those patterns." The guard's tone was filled with disgust. "Their Soul Power fluctuations are strange—cold, deathly, nothing like living people."
A formation? A spirit beast sacrifice?
Yang Yu's gaze chilled. The Holy Spirit Cult's appearance in the depths of the Star Dou Great Forest was certainly no coincidence. Thinking of their previous assassination attempt and their possible connection to the Rakshasa God, whatever they were setting up here was likely part of a much larger scheme.
"Can you determine what the formation does?" Yang Yu looked at Xiao Wu. As a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Beast Transformation, her perception of the forest and energy far surpassed that of ordinary people.
Xiao Wu forced herself to calm down, carefully sensed the area, then shook her head. "It's too far away. I can't sense it clearly. But the energy emitted by that formation... is very evil. It feels like it's drawing out life force and souls. It makes me very