When Lin Yun entered the room, a gloomy feeling seized his heart that came from the extremely sinister altar. When he looked around carefully, he noticed that the three parties were in a standoff, but they didn’t seem to have any enmity between them.

He could instantly tell that the atmosphere was strange. But just as he was about to ponder it, Leng Xiangyun yelled at him, “Big Brother Lin, save me! They want to sacrifice me to obtain the Blood-Devour Demonic Canon!”

“Behave yourself!” Just when she was about to move, the two other chiefs from the Three-Eagle Stronghold grabbed onto her. They were so forceful that blood began to drip down from her shoulders.

Feng Wuhen looked at Leng Xiangyun and sneered, “Tsk, tsk. She really doesn't understand what ‘death’ means. Since we have the Pure Yin...