"Ah..."
A low, agonized growl suddenly rang out, as though its owner were suppressing endless pain, as though his Divine Soul were being torn apart.
"Hm?" Qin Hao's heart jolted, and he quickly turned to look nearby.
On the seventh of the eighteen Immortal-Demon Altars, a young man who had been sitting cross-legged amid dense Origin Laws had risen to his feet.
He clutched his head in both hands. His eyes were red, his face twisted with pain as if his heart and lungs were being ripped apart, and growls and roars poured from his mouth.
"It's him. He wasn't turned into a member of the Devil Race either." Qin Hao recognized the young man at once.
When Qin Hao first entered the Immortal-Demon Altars, he had observed the other seventeen. Including Xu Zhongjie, thirteen people had not been affected by Demonic Qi and had climbed onto the altars with relative ease.
Several of them had even revealed their Demon Body True Forms!
Apart from Qin Hao, only four had not sided with the Devil Race: Mu Mingxuan, the White-Robed Woman, and two masked young men whose auras were also far from ordinary.
The one crying out in pain now was one of those two masked young men who had yet to be assimilated by the Blood Demon Race.
"God Sense!"
Just then, Qin Hao clearly sensed an extraordinarily dense Divine Sense within the young man's altar.
It was identical to the Divine Sense Qin Hao had devoured. Both had plainly come from the same person.
"Ah!"
"Blood Demon Race, damn you! Damn you! I'll never submit!"
Another roar came at that moment. Muffled by the Crimson Defensive Barrier, it sounded just as dull and heavy.
Qin Hao shifted his gaze. On the thirteenth Immortal-Demon Altar, the other young man