In the slightly gloomy great hall, a somewhat surprised exclamation suddenly echoed.
On the left and right, two rows of white candles flickered in the empty hall, the light bright and dim by turns. At the end of the steps, a vague figure could just be seen sitting upright on the high seat.
At the foot of the steps, three figures bowed their heads slightly, half-kneeling on the ground.
"You're saying Lin Feng ruined the sacrifice ritual, used those youngsters' lives as hostages to force those old geezers not to make a move and interfere? Just let him swagger off?" A questioning voice came from the high seat.
"Are you sure this information is accurate?"
His tone was shocked and doubtful, as if he didn't quite believe it was true.
He of course knew He Jun, and he also understood how special that girl was.
That mysterious Demon Spirit that had never appeared before, that kind of sacrificial ability—utterly unprecedented!
Far rarer than his own Demon Spirit.
