Pained screams filling the air of a dimly lit hall slowly faded away until they finally vanished altogether. The Mu Family Old Ancestor tossed aside a withered corpse and wiped the dark red drops of blood from the corners of his lips. His violently trembling inner aura gradually subsided as he loudly gasped for breath. This old freak’s complexion was incomparably ugly.

The effects of the blood sacrifice were becoming increasingly worse. He didn’t have much time left…if he couldn’t do what he needed to…then at most he would have another hundred years before he would have to welcome the embrace of death.

Thinking of this, an ominous light flashed in the eyes of the Mu Family Old Ancestor. “Yao Bin!” His voice was cruel and overflowing with hate. If it weren’t for that damnable bastard, how could he have ended up in such a state!

He took a deep breath and walked deep into the hall, opening up a hidden chamber and walking inside. This place was even darker, without a single ray of light. It was unknown what the Mu Family Old Ancestor did, but an eerie green flame suddenly appeared...