Now this bowl has been opened jointly by several popes, and we can start the sacrificial process as long as we drop in the blood as a guide.
The more living souls are sacrificed, the stronger the induced power will be." Xiang Yi's sunken eyes also had a trace of panic as he stared at the stone bowl in front of him.
Zhao Yan and Yao Qian also dropped blood into stone bowls.
Two more symbols appeared in the bowl, rising and hanging above their heads.
The gray gas in the bowl became more and more turbulent, rushing out of the courtyard where they were staying and spreading into Fengyi City.
It was the beginning of night at this time, and there were still a few pedestrians on the street.
Unknowingly, someone was touched by the gray gas, fell to the ground, wailed for a moment, the sound suddenly stopped, and died of being corroded by the gray gas.
Zhao Yan walked out of the room, came to the roof, and scanned the city.
Not far from where he was, there were several residential buildings.
In one of the houses, a young man heard the noise on the street and came out to check.
Behind him is a plain-faced woman with loose hair, wearing clothes, leaning against the door, looking at the man's back with concern.
Before the young man reached the gate, a gray air filled the air.
After he was touched by the gray energy, his face was distorted and he said in horror: "What is this? Go back to the house quickly..."
The man fell to the ground amidst the shouts, his body quickly withered, and he soon lost his vitality.
The woman at the door was suddenly shocked and unprepared. Her vision went dark and she collapsed to the ground trembling.
In the blink of an eye, the gray air approached the woman, and the cry of a child sounded in the room, but then everything was covered by the gray air.
Similar scenes are constantly happening in Fengyi City.
In more than ten breaths, the death toll in Fengyi City exceeded a thousand.
The rapid screams in the city quickly became fainter, and finally the area covered by gray gas became dead.
At this time, the stone bowl rose into the sky and became extremely huge, like a huge mouth covering Fengyi, with gray air flowing like a long river.
Zhao Yan looked at the city with a cold face: "It's only because you, the Han people, are too weak that you were chosen as the target of sacrifice. There are also the damn Qin people... who killed hundreds of thousands of Zhao soldiers."
He turned back and asked Xiang Yi: "With this level of sacrifice, there should be some reaction from Jingyang, right?"
"Yeah." Xiang Yi agreed in a low voice.
Chapter completed!