The shriveled corpse fell to the ground like a dead branch, leaving everyone in Thousandfire City ashen-faced.
Only then did they notice the three old devils standing in the air. One glance struck them like a thunderbolt, leaving their bodies limp. For a moment, the world around them fell silent.
No one dared even breathe loudly, afraid of becoming the protruding rafter that drew the three old devils' attention. While the immortal master had been there, everyone had rejoiced, eager to shout their curses the loudest. But seeing him slain in the blink of an eye left them mute, no longer daring to show the slightest disrespect.
"So this is human nature." Xu Yan watched the scene with cold eyes. He had found a secluded corner and was secretly observing how events unfolded, searching for an opportunity.
In the air, Blue Old Devil extended his scarlet tongue and licked the corners of his withered mouth. Devouring the Crimson Sun Sect's Foundation Establishment cultivator had brought a little color to his face.
Clearing his throat, the old devil continued in a voice like a night owl's cry.
"Heavenly Cripple Old Devil, Blood Corpse Bandit Daoist, act now! The Crimson Sun Sect has probably already received word. We must finish the blood sacrifice of Thousandfire City before their cultivators arrive."
The other two old devils nodded in unison.
Heavenly Cripple Old Devil beckoned with his intact left hand, and a large drum gleaming with dark light appeared before him.
The drum's frame was cast from third-tier yinkui soul iron, while its surface was made from cultivators' skin, inscribed with all manner of eerie demonic patterns. As he tapped it lightly, piercing screams immediately rang out from within.
Soon, densely packed human faces appeared on the drum's surface, their expressions hollow and savage.