After a brief rest, the drums sounded again, and the flesh-and-blood mill began to turn once more, but this time it was completely different from before.
Over on Bai Lingmiao's side, everyone was extremely excited, attempting to receive fatal injuries and then die under the blessing of the Saintess.
Noticing something was wrong, a group of chicken-footed men wearing drainage masks started to surround Bai Lingmiao.
The White Lotus followers were not to be trifled with; they quickly formed an array with Bai Lingmiao at the center.
Meanwhile, a figure began to rise from the bloody ground, slowly inching towards Bai Lingmiao.
Before it could get close, a streak of red fell from the sky, slamming down on the rising figure with a squelch, and foul-smelling blood quickly seeped out of the ground.
Li Huowang stomped down, crushing a head beneath his boot. He wiped the blood off his face with his hand and stepped out from the flesh grinder. "I made it just in time!"
