These blood streams were drawn by an invisible force, continuously flowing into the hexagram array on the ground. Then the flesh on their bodies began to soften, their bones gradually liquefying. Their bodies were like deflated balloons, slowly collapsing onto the ground.
They turned into lumps resembling freshly kneaded dough, then gradually transformed into an eerie substance that was a mixture of human oil and fat.
The substances gathered together.
The burly man's left foot trembled slightly once more, forming a trench from beneath his foot to the hexagram. The substances continuously surged along the trench toward him, then drifted toward the runes within the triangular pit behind him.
As new flesh and blood poured in, the blank areas around the deep pit were steadily stained, revealing patches of blood-soaked incantations.
The flesh and blood constantly clashed with the incantations, producing sizzling sounds of torment and burning.
The soldiers' souls were contained within this blood and flesh. Their souls were resisting the incantations, while the incantations continuously obliterated them. Of course, all of this was passive.
It was a collision born from flesh and blood.
The entire pit was completely surrounded by the flesh and blood, forming a wall of flesh.
The bizarre incantations writhed within it, yet the crimson color did not fade or vanish. Instead, it grew increasingly rich, bright red like blood.
Moreover, the strokes of the incantations became increasingly bold, as though blood were flowing through them.
But in truth, this was a malformed form of contaminating alteration. As long as their shapes were contaminated to a certain extent, their structure would change.
It was like taking the character "口" written with a brush and smearing it again with the brush until it became a huge blot of ink. It would then lose the meaning it