"Drip, drop." The sound was exceptionally clear in the silent atmosphere. Every falling drop of blood acted like a countdown of time, recording the passage of life. Fangsheng stood in this bloody scene with a cold expression, without the slightest hesitation. To him, although the scene before him was bloody, it was limited to just this bit of cruelty.
Several minutes passed. The Clown's corpse lay on the ground, blood and minced flesh mixed with mud and grass. Even so, a fanatical expression remained on his face, forming a shocking contrast with the festering flesh and blood on the ground.
The Robed Man stood aside with a calm expression, as if the Clown's death were a trivial matter to him. His gaze turned to Fangsheng, awaiting his reply. And Fangsheng knew that since this man and his accomplices were willing to sacrifice to the Evil God, resurrecting the dead would merely be a matter of time for them.
Chapter 433