This sacrifice was prepared for you in the main hall.
Candlelight flickered, and a savage statue of a god with three heads and six arms towered inside...
At first glance, everyone shuddered despite themselves.
"The entrance to the underground palace is behind this statue!"
Following Su Ying's directions, Wang Shouyi circled behind the statue, found a spot on the base, and pressed it lightly.
Click!
The sound of mechanisms turning rang out.
The wall behind the statue slowly slid aside, revealing a flight of stairs leading downward.
The stairs seemed bottomless, and a faint, sinister wind surged out from within, chilling them to the bone.
"Remember!"
"Group Two, wait for my signal. Follow me and destroy the ritual!"
"Group Three, stay hidden. When the Masked Man's attention is on the ritual, launch a sneak attack on him!"
Wang Shouyi once again gave the group his instructions with a grave expression.
Then he stepped in first, and the others followed close behind.
The stairs wound downward, while the walls on both sides gave off a dim, eerie glow.
After descending roughly a hundred zhang, the view ahead grew brighter and brighter...
Immediately after, a grand underground palace appeared before everyone...
The palace was about ten zhang tall, and its surrounding walls were built from black stone.
At that moment, in the center of the palace, a circular altar three zhang high was slowly rotating.
Around the altar, nearly a hundred gray-robed believers knelt prostrate.
Their foreheads were pressed to the ground as they muttered under their breath. The sound of their chanting gathered into a dizzying wave of noise, converging toward the altar.
And directly in front of the altar stood a figure in a black robe, his face covered by a bronze mask.
It was none other than the hall