"I'm going to put this footage in the animation."
The robed figures' ritual looked more and more bizarre. After finishing his recording, Bai Zhou said with disgust, "This is even more disgusting than the rituals of my Fishman Race."
When the entire sphere of blood had flowed back into them, the robed figures sat on their chairs, savoring the sensation. They looked utterly blissful.
"Get ready to move."
Seizing the opportunity, Bai Zhou crouched down and moved forward, using water-flow tentacles to pierce through several of the robed figures who were still lost in their ecstasy.
Mo Ling also sped up his teleportation, specifically targeting the strange organs near the hearts of the remaining robed figures.
Soon, the robed figures, now deprived of their strange organs, collapsed to the ground one after another, never to get up again.
Mo Ling casually tossed the organs onto the ground. Bai Zhou was quite interested when he saw them.
