The ceremony resumed.
The same group of young girls was present, and a new Black Mountain lamb was brought forward.
Lu Yuan watched the ritual unfold with a blank expression.
Young virgins and newborn lambs had always been the most preferred sacrifices in the rituals of the Evil God, with hardly any exceptions.
Lu Yuan knew that he had probably become a "freak" in the eyes of the Mosa elite.
Yet, as someone whose strength was rapidly approaching the pinnacle of power on this planet, he didn't believe he could simply stand by and watch dozens of innocent lives be extinguished because of him.
Although these girls wouldn't have to die this time, they might still perish in another similar ritual in the future.
Indeed... for these girls, they might have been more eager to die as sacrifices in the ritual.
Lu Yuan's "compassion" was, in their eyes, ruthlessly stripping them of the supreme honor that was about to befall them.
