Thousands of child girls gathered together, the timid ones were already wiping their tears and crying loudly.
The atmosphere on the scene did not feel like a ritual to exorcise evil spirits; the chilly wind blew, making everyone feel somewhat cold.
Soon, a Daoist with long hair let down, dressed in a black robe, holding a longsword, with an iron gourd at his waist, stepped onto the altar one step at a time and sat down on it.
Lei Heng whispered, "This Daoist is incredibly sinister!"
Zhu Tong felt the same, sensing something was amiss in his heart.
This Daoist lacked righteousness, instead emitting a full aura of evil, causing chills in the viewers' hearts.
He raised the longsword, murmuring incantations.
Suddenly, he released the iron gourd from his waist, which floated above his head.
The lid of the iron gourd opened, releasing streams of blood qi, hovering like fog above his head.
Within the fog, gradually gathered a shape of the monster.
