Flesh withered away, turning into flying ash. The light layer of blood that flowed across the surface of the statue seemed as if it would dissipate in the next moment, meaning that all of his efforts tonight would be for naught. The medium for using witchcraft had a limit to its numbers of uses; it couldn’t last forever.

But witchcraft powers were secretive and terrifying. While they could kill others invisibly, there were also great hidden dangers present within them. For instance, if someone used witchcraft against someone and was unable to harm them, it would create a massive backlash instead.

Although there were methods to reduce the backlash, the losses this would cause to the Witchcraft Sect Master were far too heavy. So since he had started tonight, he couldn’t give up halfway.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the tumbling anger and rage in his chest. The Witchcraft Sect Master turned to Little Ancestor and said, “Continue to offer the sacrificial blood!”

Little Ancestor trembled and horror appeared in his eyes, but he didn’t dare to refuse. He nodded and stood up with difficulty.

The Witchcraft Sect Master coldly...