"What made her suddenly walk toward the altar?"
"The ritual is about to succeed! What is that bitch trying to do?!"
The old man's grip on his cane suddenly tightened. Clearly realizing something, his pupils trembled as he shouted in shock, "No! Stop her, stop her!!! She's ending the ritual!!!"
"How is that possible? She was the one who made this ritual happen. Why would she stop herself?!"
"Quick! Stop her!!!"
The old man shouted anxiously, "Stop her at once!!!"
Longshan, Tingfeng City.
The enormous suction in the sky accelerated the flow of blood. Jiang You looked up. Above the firmament, that huge, tightly shut eye was trembling slowly, as if it were gradually opening.
Jiang You's gaze swept over the offerings floating in midair. Then she headed straight toward Yan Chi.
Without a word, she grabbed his palm and directly blocked the bleeding wound.
The eye in the sky, which had opened a narrow slit, slowly closed again. At the same time, violent winds began to howl. Jiang You clearly felt the suction in Tingfeng City grow stronger. Pebbles on the ground kept bouncing, while lighter fallen leaves and dead branches were continuously sucked toward the sky.
Jiang You reached out and checked Yan Chi's breathing. It was very weak, but he was still alive.
Yan Chi had eaten the fruit and was also the Corpse Maker. His blood was unusual, so naturally, he could not die that easily.
She pried Yan Chi's mouth open and stuffed a cannibal tree fruit inside. Then she forcefully closed his jaw. The fruit burst between his teeth, and its juice was absorbed instantly.
The wounds on his body healed rapidly. By the time Jiang You released his hand, only a tender pink scar remained on Yan Chi's palm.
"Roar!!!!"
The hurricane roared