In an instant, the Demon Monk inside was stunned.
His face revealed an incredulous expression, warily and bloodthirstily watching the person in front of him.
The two children, a boy and a girl, stopped crying.
They were placed on the sacrificial altar, which was inscribed with incomprehensible glyphs, exuding a sinister atmosphere.
It turned out that the Demon Monk was using the children to cultivate an evil technique.
"Who are you? Why are you here?"
Dressed in a black robe and shrouded in a ghastly aura, the Demon Monk uttered a hoarse and terrifying voice.
It was like the eerie sound of nails scraping against glass, making one feel extremely uncomfortable.
"You don't need to know who I am, you just need to know that I'm here to kill you!"
Ye Qingtian said coldly.
"Huh? Are you from Wangyue Pavilion?"
The Demon Monk was taken aback and couldn't help but ask.
