Luosa had seen oceans of blood and mountains of corpses before, but the scene before him still shook him to his core. In a dim, crimson space, endless remains were piled into a ring-shaped mountain, and even the most mangled corpses emanated a terrifying aura.
The blood flowing from the remains pooled into a Blood Sea in the center of the ring-shaped mountain, and hovering above the Blood Sea was an ancient Altar, wreathed in a desolate aura that seemed to stem from the dawn of creation.
As Luosa looked closer, his pupils contracted once more. Sitting cross-legged right in the middle of the Altar was a man with a bare upper chest and pitch-black hair cascading down to his waist. His handsome face gave off a transcendent and ethereal air.
Chapter 149