The face of the elder in the purple robe showed a sickly flush as he murmured to himself.
Even those from the "Profound Ice Hall" instinctively shifted their steps upon seeing him, moving slightly away from this madman.
The elder in the purple robe held a Blood Blade, walking on the altar like a ghoul seeking souls.
Each time he passed a bound cultivator, he mercilessly slit their chest open, collecting the essence blood from their heart.
"Ah!"
A young female cultivator screamed in agony, her chest quickly soaked with blood.
The elder, however, turned a deaf ear, focusing solely on the Jade Bowl taking the blood.
When a hint of green light appeared in the bowl, his eyes filled with ecstasy: "Another Wood Spirit Body!"
Li Yunjing's fist, hidden in the grass, clenched tightly, making a cracking sound.
These captives were elite young cultivators from various sects, now reduced to livestock awaiting slaughter.
"This old bastard is truly ruthless!"
