Lin Mu charged at the very front, but he discovered that the leader behind him was actually True God-level.
Lin Mu was somewhat surprised.
"A True God? Could it be that the trials one faces differ according to one's strength?"
This Saint Sacrifice only required them to reach the bottom of the lake; it did not demand that they kill one another. Therefore, Lin Mu paid no attention to the other natives.
"Hiss—hiss—"
Threads of blood-red filaments wound around them like spiderwebs, wrapping around the bodies of every lifeform entering the water. They had to activate the power of their bloodlines to resist being melted away.
The melted bloodline power then flowed into the natives' bodies, helping to purify their bloodlines further.
But even more natives could only watch helplessly as they became cocoons, unable to break free before being dragged upward.
Even an eternal True God could be burned to ashes, let alone these blood filaments. In an instant, they melted into crimson liquid energy and merged into Lin Mu's body.
The energy of this blood lake might have been tremendously beneficial to native lifeforms.
But it was already useless to Lin Mu.
So Lin Mu continued downward.
Strands of bloodline power permeated the bottom of the lake, yet only the firelight at the very front shone most brilliantly.
He also attracted the greatest number of blood filaments, which blanketed him densely.
None of them could stop Lin Mu as he continued diving downward.
He sensed a power within his bloodline boiling.
He saw the lake bottom.
There was an enormous mouth, so deep that its bottom could not be seen.
An unimaginably huge corpse lay at the bottom of the lake.
Its head was tilted upward, its mouth gaping wide.
No, it should have been called a shed