Di Shitian stood at the center of the blood pool, the churning crimson water below reflecting his nearly manic face. Around the blood pool, nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine captured cultivators were bound in iron chains, kneeling in a circle. Among them were white-haired elders, youths who had yet to shed their childish air, and even pregnant female cultivators.
"The time has come." Di Shitian spread his arms wide, the demonic mark between his brows blooming with a blinding crimson light. "Begin the sacrifice!"
"No! You beasts!"
Chapter 307