This was a privately built residential building. Aside from some Fanatics, those subdued on this floor included several ordinary people who had been deceived, among them the building's owner.
But there was no time for interrogation. They still did not know whether more Fanatics were hiding on the floors above. After handing over everyone confirmed to be harmless to the Federation police, the superhumans led the team upstairs.
They climbed several floors in succession without finding anyone. Just as only the final floor remained and someone thought they might get off work early today, the person at the front suddenly made a tactical hand signal: there were people inside.
Soon, he gave a second signal: three people.
Only three. That made things easy.
Wan Luo led the others in. After a barrage of gunfire mixed with the commotion caused by certain supernatural abilities, the room fell silent once more.
"What disgusting thing are these bastards up to now?!"
A voice full of disgust came from inside. Curious, Xu Zhi poked her head out and looked into the room.
It would have been better if she had not looked. The moment she did, her expression became subtle.
There was only one room on this floor. Whether intentionally or not, it had been made into a vast open-plan space, an enormous room of roughly 260 square meters. There was no furniture inside, only three Fanatics and—
A bizarre, twisted ritual formation etched into the ground with blood mixed with some unknown material.
Xu Zhi found this formation extremely familiar.
It was precisely the ritual formation the Acolyte had drawn, the one that forcibly created an Archbishop through sacrifice.
And at the center of the formation were dozens of hearts submerged in bloody water, stored in more exquisite jars. Xu Zhi could even