Chapter 002: The Most Ancient Blood Sprayer in History

Then they marched forward in unison, their footsteps sounding like thunder

Nangong Gang was momentarily taken aback, then suddenly turned around to see the foreigner he had just sent flying struggling to rise while leaning against the altar, and then revealing a twisted smile towards him. Nangong Gang let out a furious roar, and everyone disregarded the ancient rituals, rushing towards the altar.

Zhao Li was breathing heavily, his heart racing, yet the grip on the old man's arm remained strong. The dagger he had seized from the altar felt quite substantial, its blade glinting with a cold blue light in the fire's glow

His eyes widened in anger, blood trickling from the corners of his mouth, his vision blurred by excruciating pain and internal bleeding. His size 42 feet ground against the beads, and then he gestured a middle finger at the pale-faced warrior, spitting blood foam from his mouth

Zhao's heart raced rapidly, and breathing felt somewhat difficult. He silently thanked the crime films he had watched in the past, took a deep breath, and a fierce expression appeared on his face. Suddenly, he turned around, shouted in anger, and kicked over the blazing fire pit.

Ritual offerings, presenting items to a certain object of worship

They originally intended to take down that weak and despicable outsider in one fell swoop

The man spoke a sentence to Zhao Li.

Having taken a glance at the imprisoned elder, he continued to slowly retreat.

Zhao Li smiled slightly

Such immense power should have already been shattered into pieces long ago; yet, it still exists, and even possesses consciousness. Moreover, it has conveniently landed on this altar. It seems they intend to complete this blood sacrifice, and it must be conducted under conditions where consciousness is preserved for the living sacrifice

Others merely regarded him as struggling and groaning, without giving it much thought, seemingly associating his movements with some kind of creature. Turning their heads, they exchanged a few words with those nearby, prompting a low murmur of ridicule from the crowd, which only ceased when they were admonished, after which they turned back, too afraid to look again

Then, facing the anger of thousands, the outsider suddenly exerted force, completely toppling the altar that held the sacred objects of the clan, crashing it to the ground with a loud bang

The entire sacrificial site was in a state of chaos, and no one noticed that when Zhao Li completely lost consciousness, a faint white aura flowed from the body of the boy who had been sacrificed and entered Zhao Li's body

Move aside

I do

Zhao Li, vigilant, chose a new direction, watching the distant, uninhabited forest recede behind him. The anger of those people seemed to intensify, yet he had no choice but to head towards that place. This path was not particularly long, but Zhao Li felt as though time was passing exceedingly slowly. When he could sense the wind passing through the trees, he let out a slight sigh of relief

If one does not fight, one will die; if one fights, there is still a chance for survival

Zhao Li could not understand the meaning, yet he could sense the displeasure, the commands, and the scolding in the tone. His dagger was pressed against the old man's neck

The sound, bolstered by the high platform, resembled the roar of a lion, even overpowering the shouts of others

At that moment, the shaman who had been struck on the chin was already awakened, groggily opening her eyes to see the most powerful warrior of her tribe bowing respectfully towards her. Just as she was about to speak, her peripheral vision caught sight of the altar, and she momentarily froze, letting out a sudden sharp scream.

Zhao Li's gaze fell upon the altar in front of the bronze tree, where he saw a bead placed at the very center, surrounded as if by a multitude of stars. In the middle of the bead was a mark resembling a pupil, and memories of the word "sacrifice" surfaced in his mind.

The air seems to have solidified

The others seemed to be kneeling beside the shaman, offering their respects and apologies

This time it has really come to an end

Is there really such a monster in this world

Are you prepared to pay the price for my life

Someone noticed his actions, and Zhao Li immediately stopped

As if a large stone had been thrown into the water, accompanied by a language that Zhao Li could not comprehend, those who had just obediently prostrated themselves on the ground suddenly stood up, several hundred, even a thousand angry individuals glaring with wide eyes, fixated on Zhao Li

It was as if the entire forest and the heavens were crying out, the wind howling as it wrapped around his fists. In a flash, Zhao Li felt his body lift effortlessly into the air, a force of immense magnitude that completely transcended his understanding.

Those people, however, emitted a sound akin to cheering from the mouths of the *illustrated* books

Zhao's heart trembled, the desire to survive supporting him, while a greater anger simmered within. Why, after staying at home waiting for the release of a new game, did he wake up to find himself in such a dangerous place, destined to be a sacrifice

Although there was a language barrier, Zhao Li's actions clearly conveyed sufficient signals. The voices of those people gradually fell silent as they looked at the subdued shaman, feeling somewhat at a loss. Suddenly, Zhao Li thought of something, turned sharply, and pointed the dagger in his hand at the back.

Zhao Li's hazy consciousness gradually began to coalesce, gasping in pain, as if his internal organs had crumpled into a mass under that punch, his mind wandering with chaotic thoughts, scattering his focus

Yet his thoughts continued to resonate with that punch that had exceeded his understanding.

Blood sacrifice, which is the part where human lives are offered as tribute, is dedicated to the object of worship that is ... ...

Crimson, warm blood lingered on his hands, somewhat nauseating

The physical pain seems to be somewhat alleviated under that kind of unwilling and perplexed anger

Zhao Li's vision was blurred, his mouth opened in a grin that carried a hint of ferocity, his arms spread wide as he looked down upon everyone. Behind him stood a bronze tree, its branches resembling swords, while two braziers burned beside him, the flames elongating his shadow.

The power that had just emerged from excitement and fear began to fade, unable to run while holding onto someone, quickly walking towards the distance. The others fixed their eyes on the dagger in Zhao Li's hand, shouting one after another, yet still retreating under the frenzied gaze driven by the instinct to survive.

At the forefront is the tall man, who is bending down to assist the shaman to her feet

He saw a tall man slowly walking out of the forest ahead. He was dressed in a more luxurious black outfit than the white robe worn by Zhao Li, carrying a bow on his back and a serrated knife at his waist. Beside him lay a quiet black panther, which was gnawing on something, raising its head to curiously look at Zhao Li

The blazing red brazier rolled down from the high platform

Zhao Li's facial muscles twisted into a hideous expression due to anger and fear. He looked at the furious crowd, pointing a blood-stained dagger ahead, took a deep breath, his eyes wide with rage, and roared in a tone even more furious than theirs

The bead rolled down and was stepped on by a foot

Stop!!!

In a moment of daze, they almost heard a crisp sound, and everyone's expression froze in an instant

Their footsteps are light and silent, their eyes harboring indifference, resembling a leopard foraging in the jungle

He flew far away and ultimately crashed heavily onto the high altar, coughing up blood in large amounts. It was not until this moment that the tearing pain seemed to sweep over his consciousness like ocean waves. Zhao Li instinctively let out a scream, his body curling up like a scorched shrimp.

The various spices danced in the air, and the flames suddenly spread out, causing the others to gasp in surprise and instinctively retreat. The scene was chaotic, and Zhao Li positioned himself in front of the old shaman dressed in sheepskin, forcefully pushing through the fire, with a dagger pressed firmly against the shaman's back.

Before he could complete his action, the man in front moved

Upon seeing Zhao Li's reaction, they displayed a clear look of surprise on their faces, evidently not expecting that this delicate and tender blood sacrifice could sense their approach

I may not be able to defeat you, but my life is not so cheap

Thus, a road appeared before him

The body swayed slightly, then fell to the ground with a thud, plunging into unconsciousness

Unbeknownst to him, two individuals had already approached him quietly from behind

Zhao Li suddenly felt a sharp pain in the center of his forehead

He took a deep breath, and with the dagger in his hand, he made a cut on the face of the elder presiding over the blood ritual.

Zhao Li gritted his teeth and gradually approached the altar, his face already drenched in cold sweat

Oh, practitioner

He was unable to finish that sentence, as the pain from his injuries overwhelmed him

His blurred vision saw those people gathering around and approaching

He quietly glanced at the crowd below, then lay down on the ground, his fingers slowly extending forward. His body moved like a worm, ugly and comical, inching closer to the altar. Each movement brought unspeakable pain, his actions slow and distorted

Anger and the desire to survive completely overwhelmed fear

Zhao Li's body trembled slightly, sinking into a deeper state of unconsciousness

The dagger was pressed firmly against the old man's throat