Deep in Ghost-Crying Alley in the western part of Yue Kingdom's city, Han Li clung to a wall like a gecko in the shadows of an abandoned courtyard.
He had lain hidden here for three days, masking his aura with the Star-Magnetic Concealment Art. His nascent soul early stage spiritual power fluctuations had been compressed to foundation establishment levels; even the stray dog dozing at the alley entrance had failed to notice him.
This secret city outpost of the Blood Fiend Cult was actually a decoy-every day between three and five in the afternoon, two core formation stage deacons escorted blood sacrifices from here through the north gate to Black Wind Valley.
"Blood sacrifices... so they really are using living people to refine the formation." A cold gleam flashed in Han Li's eyes. Star-magnetic divine light gathered faintly at his fingertips, allowing him to hear every word exchanged by the two guards inside the courtyard.
"The cult master said the ninth day of next month is the Blood Moon Sacrifice. They need the blood essence of nine times nine-eighty-one people-to activate the formation's core. Once that happens, Black Wind Valley's blood fiend domain will cover all of Yue Kingdom!"
"Shh! Keep your voice down! How can people like us discuss secrets like that? Hurry up and send this batch of blood sacrifices away. Don't miss the appointed hour!"
Something stirred in Han Li's mind-Blood Moon Sacrifice, formation core, blood fiend domain. Like pieces of a puzzle, these terms gradually outlined the Blood Fiend Cult's true objective: they wanted more than revenge. They intended to turn Yue Kingdom into the Blood Fiend Cult's "blood sacrifice pasture," with Black Wind Valley at its center!
I can't let them succeed. Han Li tightened his grip on the Water-Magnetic Sword inside his sleeve, its