Blood Sacrifice of Three Prefectures, Reversing the Future

"Mora Councilor, what are you trying to do?!!"

One councilor was both shocked and enraged. At this moment, all of Jing Prefecture was shrouded in bloodshed, with people dying every second.

"Nothing more than doing what must be done." Mara gave only that reply, yet showed no sign of stopping.

It was not only Jing Prefecture that had undergone a mutation. Shan Prefecture and He Prefecture beside it were likewise blanketed in blood, as though a crimson veil had descended over all three great prefectures.

"What must be done? Speak!" another councilor barked. In truth, he too felt uneasy.

Yet constrained by the rules of the game of power, although the councilors had immediately traced the source and locked onto Mara, Mara was also a Federation Councilor. They truly could not make a move so easily.

Of course, the rules of the game of power were not their only consideration. After all, they themselves had written those rules. If their interests were truly touched, they would certainly act at once.

The reason they had not acted was because, in their eyes, Mara still possessed enough value to exploit. Even if they were going to dispose of him, they would have to squeeze every last drop of profit from him first.

"I need nourishment." Mara did not conceal it, merely uttering those five simple words.

At this point, he already had one foot in the Calamity Rank. He only needed vast slaughter and death to complete the final piece of his puzzle, and he would naturally become Calamity Rank.

As for these councilors who had already become Grand Arcane Treasure Masters?

If he were still Baleful-Intent Rank, then faced with so many enemies, the one who lost would only be him.

But he was now Half-Calamity Rank. Once his Ghost Domain