The scarlet blood mirrored in the sky looked exceedingly eerie, the pungent smell of blood wafting for untold miles.
The hidden Human Clan cultivators, upon seeing this sight, fell silent, slightly opening their mouths, a pang of bitterness at the tip of their noses.
The mass of figures all belonged to the Human Clan.
They were captured here by the Divine Clan, imprisoned within the Array, their blood drained to create gods, such methods were merely a fraction of the Divine Clan's atrocities against the Human Clan.
In the annals of Human Clan history, such massacres were countless!
Mo Lai was deeply moved, for he had experienced it.
Young An was still a child, and when the Blood Sacrifice Array truly broke, she could barely look at the scene, covering her eyes, her body trembling uncontrollably until she heard someone calling out for the Human Emperor.
She couldn't help but think of her father.
