Now that he could see it clearly, he found that the giant snake had humanlike features on its head.
The Black Snake Stockade Ancestral God slithered out, shooting straight through the Pan Troops in the blink of an eye at an unbelievable speed. It was heading for the Altar.
Wizard Aman saw it clearly and gave a savage grin. "A mere Ancestral God dares to make trouble here? Die!"
He slammed his staff against the Altar. The entire structure shuddered and nearly collapsed, then thick blood began pouring out without end.
The flow grew faster by the moment, bubbling and gurgling. A river of blood formed and surged toward the Black Snake Stockade Ancestral God as though it had a mind of its own.
The instant the Black Snake Stockade Ancestral God touched the blood, it hissed against his body. As though it were terribly corrosive, it hurt him so badly that he kept retreating.
But the river of blood surged faster still and surrounded him in an instant. Wherever it touched the Black Snake Stockade Ancestral God, it hissed like sulfuric acid and gave off acrid smoke.
Gone was the Black Snake Stockade Ancestral God's earlier might. He could only retreat in agony. Countless bubbles rose from the river, and grotesque Flayed Blood Slaves emerged from them, reaching for him.
The Flayed Blood Slaves carried no Weapons, but their sharp claws seemed more formidable than any blade.
Even the Black Snake Stockade Ancestral God's thick hide could not withstand them. Every claw that caught him left a deep wound.
"Protect the Ancestral God! Protect the Ancestral God!"
The Wizard of Black Snake Stockade stared, dumbfounded, before he remembered to shout.
By then, almost half the Ancestral God's body had sunk into the pool of blood, and he was gradually