"Keep your eyes on her!"
With Zhao Xiangshan present, Yu Ci did not need to say much. The most urgent matter now was to follow the vine to find the melon, using Ge Qiuniang to lock down You Can's whereabouts.
Yu Ci did not care what sort of mischief the You Can and You Huang brothers were up to. He only wanted to see the Rakshasa Ghost King's handiwork.
At that moment, Madam Xia uttered the sacrificial invocation atop the altar, her voice shaking the water. Her slender body slowly knelt upon the platform. The blood curtains on all sides dispersed, yet the raised and shifting human figures upon them remained amid the turbulent waters, each freezing into the posture of reverent divine officiants, as though they had endured through ten thousand ages and countless tribulations to the present day.
At this moment, not a single cultivator of the Sorcerer Sect remained standing around the altar.
The lakebed suddenly heaved with a thunderous roar.
Struck by this abrupt upheaval, the auras of the great lakebed demons scattered before and beneath the altar became exceedingly unstable. Some scattered in every direction; others simply rose up, their savage and majestic demon bodies revealed in the dim light near the altar, causing the auras of quite a few people on the viewing platform to stir.
Yu Ci noticed that no matter how chaotic the formation of the great lakebed demons appeared, beneath that surface, their auras remained deeply interconnected. Their forms were scattered, but their intent was not; they still maintained the oppressive force of a whole.
He could not help but marvel inwardly. The Sorcerer Sect's foundations were truly profound. With the aid of this demon kingdom beneath the lake, it was as though they had gained an ally comparable to a