"Swish-"
A bright blood red light shot out of the center of Yueji City. It transformed into a light beam that connected heaven and earth.
The top of the light beam that formed a blood cloud was clearly visible at even a hundred kilometers away.
Such a scene could only be seen every year during the Ceremony of Worship on Winter Solstice.
"What are they doing? How come they are still sacrificing in Yueji City at this moment? Do they really believe they would be able to summon the gods?"
Ling Xiansu smiled while stroking his beard gently. He thought that Zhang Ruochen and Han Qiu were too naive in gambling on the gods at this dying moment.
Ignorant! Stupid!
Sound waves spilled from Ling Xiansu's mouth and the sound travelled into the city, "Juniors, it's not going to do you any good to seek for gods' help. Even the gods are not able to save you two! Hear my orders, all the savage beasts, attack!"