"Now, you shouldn't have any trump cards left!"
Lin Yuanshan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and staggered to his feet.
"I've long heard that among you, there's a little girl who bears a mark capable of unleashing a powerful attack, helping you turn danger into safety several times!"
"Seeing it today, it truly lives up to its reputation!"
"To be able to wound us with that mark, the owner of this mark is indeed very strong!"
"But... unfortunately, no matter how strong it is, it's still only a mark. It can only injure us, not kill us!"
"And..."
Lin Yuanshan paused.
"If my guess is correct, that mark of yours should already be used up, right?"
Su Ying's expression changed.
"How do you know?"
Lin Yuanshan did not answer. Instead, his expression became exceptionally savage.
"Now, it's time for you to pay the price!"
With that, he turned to Masked Man.
"Hall master, what are you waiting for?"
Heard this, the Masked Man raised one hand.
The blood-red light of the altar suddenly surged again.
Countless blood-colored chains coiled toward the group.
Su Ying and the others had already exhausted most of their strength in the confrontation just now. How could they still resist at this moment?
In almost the blink of an eye, they were locked down by the chains and held suspended in midair.
Strands of Life Origin energy traveled along the chains and were injected into the altar.
As the energy drained away, everyone's bodies grew weaker and weaker.
"Heh heh heh heh heh heh..."
"Give up struggling!"
"You should feel honored to become sacrifices for the Holy Master's descent!"
"This Yunlan City will ultimately belong to the Holy Master!"
Masked Man's gloomy laughter rang out.
Despair instantly filled everyone's hearts.
However,