Ancient Dragon Blood Pool

Filthy Evil Spirits were immortal.

Once their bodies were destroyed, they would revive in the near future.

Suye looked at this Evil Spirit and vaguely suspected that the Curse Mask might contain part of the Filthy Evil Spirit's power—or perhaps it was simply a clone or even a descendant of the Filthy Evil Spirit.

Then...

Why was the Altar Eye so damn troublesome?!

Couldn't it turn a blind eye just this once? Why did it have to absorb the Evil God's power to complete the sacrifice? Most importantly, the name of this Evil Spirit was frightening enough.

Evil Spirit Talent: Greedy Tyranny.

Should he absorb it? How much courage would that take? Talents could be turned off, but if an Evil Spirit's talent became obedient, could it still be called an Evil Spirit?

But if he didn't absorb it, leaving it on the altar would be bad. Not only did it look ominous, it might also affect the other Sacrifice Offerings.

This thing was worth a Seventh Ring. To completely eliminate it, he would need to gather nine hundred million and fuse it into an Eighth Ring.

But what if it fused into an even more ferocious Evil Spirit? Suye's scalp prickled.

Or perhaps the altar was powerful enough to strip away the Evil Spirit's negative effects? Otherwise, perhaps he could discuss it with the altar and have it bestow this Evil Spirit upon one of the faithful?

If that didn't work, he could give it to Wang Dachui or Di Aotian.

As the master, he occasionally had to let his subordinates have some soup.

After all, it was a Seventh Ring God-level Talent.

Suye stared at the Greedy Tyranny Evil Spirit and let out a long sigh.

He had walked by the river so often that his shoes had