Once the middle aged man said this, he didn't hesitate to bring down the dagger on the cultist that was on the altar.
It wasn't as if they couldn't sacrifice themselves at the altar, it was just that no sane person would choose to do something like that.
It was only natural that they would fear death and would choose to sacrifice those that they caught.
Only now that the ones that they caught to sacrifice were fighting back, they had no other choice.
At least the middle aged man didn't want to die.
As soon as the cultist was stabbed, his blood dripped all over the altar.
It didn't take long before some kind of effect came from the altar as if the blood of the cultist was being absorbed by it. It really seemed like this altar was thirsty for blood with the way that the blood was absorbed.
Once the blood disappeared, there was this sensation that came from the altar.
"Demonic energy?" I couldn't help muttering my breath when I felt this sensation.
