"I feel my body has been healed; this is a miracle!"
"Brothers and sisters, do not stop; let the Lord feel our devotion."
"Praise my Lord!"
"The Lord is blessing us!"
The believers loudly and vigorously praised.
On the ground, the blood sigil spontaneously evolved and perfected, expanding from its original few dozen meters to a full one-hundred and eighty meters in diameter. Yet, although everyone bowed their heads, no one noticed this change.
Xu Shu was using his will to control the altar when suddenly he felt a click, and his brow furrowed.
The connection broke. He found he could no longer sense his "Gambling" altar!
Had he failed?
It seemed that not even Lie Zhenzi could be relied upon this time!
Xu Shu's heart sank as a long, viscous stream of blood squeezed out of a crack, and a round ball popped up at its head, like an antenna of a snail—this was his eye.
He looked around for a way out.
