The cave at the bottom of the mountain.

The blood pool continued to release a thin layer of mist, and the smell of blood filled this small space.

The five stone altars exuded a faint glow, and one could feel the dense spirit force in the area.

A lot of the blood inside the blood pool had been consumed in a short period of time, and now less than ¼ of it remained. When the auras of the elders that went up disappeared, Wang Changrui felt it. Although he didn’t move, his brows furrowed even harder.

Although he didn’t know what had happened, since several elders had died in succession, it could not be anything good. Wang Changrui was impatient, but he couldn’t do anything. He had reached the last step of the secret method, and whether he succeeded would be decided now. He could not give up at this critical moment.

The deaths of the elders didn’t matter—he was worried that it would affect his plan. As long as he could successfully break through to...