The old man before her was more terrifying than any boss she had seen in horror movies.
For three days, this old man had drained the life force from ninety-nine people. Although they hadn't cried out, she had seen the unbearable pain on their faces.
Su Yingxia didn't know what the old man wanted to do, but she understood that it might soon be her turn.
As the sacrifice, she was the last to die, and the one who had experienced the most fear.
"Fear? Despair? Anger? It doesn't matter, soon you will be with the great deity."
"The glory of the deity is something everyone desires, yet few can attain."
"You should thank the deity, for he chose you, giving you the opportunity to offer yourself, heh heh..."
The old man muttered to himself, his expression slowly shifting from coldness to a smile.
"Do you know? A group of people from the outside are looking for you. Unfortunately, they will all die, for their foolishness and shallowness!"
"To awaken the deity, there was some deficiency, but now everything is complete."
"This is destiny, you cannot struggle anymore!"
Su Yingxia listened to the old man's words, wanting to speak but unable to utter a sound, unable to even move her body.
At this moment, Su Yingxia suddenly wished that man would not come.
As the old man said, he was powerful enough. Whether a group or one person came from the outside, it seemed to make no difference.
In the end, they would all die here.
That man was different from ordinary people; he was powerful, mysterious, and she had never even seen the limit of his strength.
However, facing this unknown terror, Su Yingxia didn't want him to come.
Even if that sliver of hope were extinguished, so what?
She had hurt him so much, perhaps dying was the best outcome.
Time ticked by, and occasionally a corpse would be delivered to the great sacrificial hall.
They were from the Eer tribe, and some were Chinese men in black.
Su Yingxia remained awake. She couldn't even close her eyes, her vision blurred with blood, yet she felt no desire to sleep.
She knew the old man wanted her to be afraid, controlling her body.
She was like a puppet, at the mercy of others, helpless.
Suddenly, a faint light shone from the sky onto the roof of the great sacrificial hall, but the light was blurry, like a mosaic, indistinct.
The great sacrificial hall seemed to be a perpetually dark place. She had been here for three days but still didn't know its full extent.
"Bang!"
Another corpse, still a black-clothed man from Huaxia.
This was the one hundredth Su Yingxia had seen. His body was incomplete, his hands severed at the root, only the upper parts of his legs remained, and his chest bore a hole the size of a bowl.
It was unimaginable what kind of terrifying battle he had endured before his death.
Was it worth it for someone like her?
"Great Shaman, this is the last one. This person killed more than twenty of our Eer tribesmen. If he hadn't actively sought death, we wouldn't have let him die like this!"
The black-clothed man's face was like a ferocious ghost, exuding dark energy as if he had just crawled out of hell.
"Enough. Only one element is missing for this ritual. Notify that person. Once he arrives, our Blood Witch tribe will control the order of the world!"
The old man looked up at the sky, sighing with a hint of emotion.
"Yes!"
The black-clothed man retreated. The old man turned to look at Su Yingxia. "The man you've been longing for is coming. You must be happy..."
The bloodshot veins in Su Yingxia's eyes deepened, as if about to bleed.
...
In a suite of a five-star hotel in Hangjiang, Chen Fan was circulating his cultivation technique to heal his injuries.
Since returning to Dahua, he had not left his room for three days, dedicating himself to quietly repairing his body.
No matter the situation, one needed a sound body to face it with composure.
Otherwise, things would only worsen; this was a truth he knew deeply.
"Ding ling..."
Chen Fan ceased his movements, circulated his qi, and then answered the call.
"War God, our people have been annihilated!" Xiang Jingzhu's voice trembled.
Her body had shaken when she heard the news.
It was hard to imagine what kind of ferocious opponent could eliminate a hundred elites, and so silently.
The soldiers had sent a signal before their operation.
If there was no news within six hours, they were to be considered fallen.
Hearing Xiang Jingzhu's words, Chen Fan remained silent. A monstrous rage brewed in his heart, and his eyes shot out beams of white light, instantly burning several holes in the sofa of the suite.
Not only that, but the killing intent emanating from him darkened the air, turning it a shade of red.
"Have you found the address?"
After a long while, Chen Fan suppressed his anger and spoke through gritted teeth.
Although he had left the military, he had once been the faith of those who revered him as a deity. Now, he had heard of their deaths...
"No, no..."
Xiang Jingzhu's voice trembled, clearly understanding that this answer would not satisfy Chen Fan.
"Do your job!" Chen Fan said coldly, then hung up the phone.
Originally, he hadn't intended to get involved in Su Yingxia's matter. Now, it seemed this was no simple kidnapping.
The target might have been him.
Who could it be?
One hundred warriors; even a terrorist organization would have been wiped out by now.
Unless, they encountered an opponent like that in Sector 13.
But Sector 13 had been dealt with by him, and the Order of the Undead Knights were not in Dahua. What kind of force possessed such terrifying power?