The mysterious life on the ground was no longer viable.
Wu Xiaode took out a Gold Coin, thought for a moment, and broke off a piece the size of a fingernail cover and placed it in his palm.
"Pity the mortals, about to die yet clinging to life, give him another breath,"
he chanted.
The faint Holy Light fell on the mysterious life, raising its bloodline a fraction.
"This is my sacrifice, if the sequence doesn't want it, I'll kill it. In that case, you get nothing..."
Wu Xiaode lifted the mysterious life and said indifferently,
"---Speak your answer."
There was a moment of silence upon the altar.
Suddenly.
The voice became angry:
"Mortal, with your insignificant body, you offend the dignity of the Holy---"
Wu Xiaode suddenly drew the Desert Sword and stabbed it into the chest of the mysterious life, asking lazily:
"Well, sacrifice, do you want it or not?"
This thrust would surely kill the mysterious life.
