Only after Elder Han arrived did he stop everyone from entering. Instead, he ordered Elder Qin and the other two elders to take men to the outskirts of Mist Mountain and drive some Jianghu people over.
This left Linghu Xiang puzzled. Even Void Martial Realm experts had died inside this "evil formation." What use could these Jianghu people possibly be?
Before long, the Jianghu people who had entered began to change. Fierce expressions appeared on their faces, then turned into murderous intent.
Once one person struck, they all descended into chaos and began fighting one another. For a time, everyone shrouded in the gray mist fought with complete disregard for their lives.
As the Jianghu people fell one after another, the place filled with the stench of blood, and the soil became soaked in it.
Watching the scene, Linghu Xiang and the others showed no reaction, either on their faces or in their hearts. This was nothing to them. Never mind a few hundred people-even if thousands were killed, they would not bat an eyelid.
"A blood sacrifice!" Elder Han said indifferently then.
Linghu Xiang and the others were startled. Indeed, driving these people inside was sending them to their deaths. This was a blood sacrifice.
"My lord, can the formation be broken this way?" Linghu Xiang asked again.
Elder Han stared intently ahead for a while, remaining silent, before sighing. "It seems we're still a little short."
The gray mist, which had thickened earlier, gradually dispersed somewhat, becoming a thin gray haze again. Yet it still did not disappear completely and seemed little different from the beginning.
By then, few Jianghu people remained inside. Soon, only one was left. Holding a long saber drenched in blood, he roared and swung wildly, hacking madly as though countless enemies surrounded him.