Mùróng Xiāo’s pupils constricted violently beneath his mask.
The moment four streaks of sword light tore through the sky, he knew something had gone terribly wrong. But with the arrow already nocked on the bowstring, he had no choice but to release it—as long as these people lost their heads, the blood sacrifice formation could reach its final stage!
"Execute them! Execute them at once!" His voice was so hoarse it didn't sound human, and his bone staff slammed heavily against the altar.
Chapter 139