Chapter 594: Gathering the Night Sky (3)
It was right after the Song of Bones had fallen into the ritual space—an initiation ground of a scale unprecedented even in the history of the Demonic Cult.
A sharp metallic stench surged up.
Perhaps it was because the space was damp. The smell of blood burst forth explosively from every corner of the underground chamber, then hung thickly in the air.
Saaaa—
The lanterns dimly illuminating the moist walls flickered like tiny candles. They looked ready to go out at any moment.
The powerful warriors who devoured one another.
The Demonic Cult followers watching from above.
All of them were dead.
Three hundred lives snuffed out in an instant. Some likely didn’t even realize by what method they’d been killed.
Thud! Thud-thump!
Many collapsed belatedly with thuds. The ground of the chamber, and even the spectator’s gallery, were the same.
The stench of the devourers of bloodlines, and the scent of dead Demonic Cultists who had supervised them—there was no difference between them and humans.