"Whoo—"
Amid the mountain-shaking cries, obscure sacrificial words flowed from the young woman's lips. Set against her ethereal voice, they sounded like the whispers of gods.
Shi Lan's divine sense hovered quietly beside that mass of chaotic radiance, surveying the world around her.
The world was dim and murky. The sun overhead glowed faintly red, tinged with a thread of bloodlight. The world's energy was extraordinarily active and somewhat restless, though its concentration was lower than in the Lingyang Realm, and the world's shackles were far weaker.
Shi Lan waited for a while, then couldn't help feeling puzzled. That mass of chaotic radiance had been hidden in the void, but now that it had arrived here, it showed no sign of movement, as though it had fallen into a standstill.
Could it be because I came along?
As Shi Lan wondered, the Rakshasas kneeling below stirred again. When the young woman finished reciting the sacrificial words, they all raised their heads in unison. A thread of dark red blood seeped from each of their foreheads, floated into the air, and gathered toward the halberd.
The halberd standing at the center of the altar shuddered with a thunderous boom. The young woman slowly rose to her feet and lifted both arms, drawing the blood offered by the Rakshasas toward the blade.
A ghastly bloodlight rippled across the ink-black blade. The halberd trembled more and more violently, as though a living being were awakening within it.
A radiant smile spread across the young woman's delicate face. Her eyes, curved like crescent moons, brimmed with feverish fervor.
"Fine weapon. This king will take it!"
An evil, unrestrained divine sense swept across the world, accompanied by a soft voice.
Boom!
A world-shattering crash suddenly erupted. A thousand-zhang dark red palm reached out of the