Uncle Gu made a resolute decision and directly slashed his palm to start arranging the formation with his own blood.
Zhongli Yuanjing's eyes darkened when he looked at those ghosts, realizing they must be dangerously close to being finished products.
He didn't hold back either, slashing his own arm and channeling the blood into the magic artifact, which emitted an even brighter light.
The rest of the people also brought out their best abilities, determined that even if they all died here today, they absolutely couldn't let these things escape and harm others.
"These ghosts, if they escape, will surely desperately devour other life forms to bolster themselves. Yun Ran, although you are not a regular member of the Special Administration Bureau, I hope you..."
Gu Yuan left the rest unsaid, but Yun Ran understood her meaning; she was being urged not to fear death and to ideally perish along with these ghosts.
