The palm of his hand covered the surface of the staircase on the outside of the altar, and Zhu Jue could feel a cold and rough feeling.

As he thought, the stairs weren't completely vertical, they had an angle, at least the front half of the foot could be faintly stepped on.

The sound of the drums became louder and louder in my ears, and the rumbling sound seemed to hit the heart at once, making people feel uncontrollably trance.

Zhu Jue climbed halfway and found that the patterns around the altar seemed to be a little different, they had previously shown an obscure dark cyan color in the night, but after the drum beat and the bonfire were lit, the surface of these patterns seemed to be burned by the flames, and a special luster began to appear.

Pap ~ Pap ~ Brush Lala~~~

Raindrops fell on Zhu Jue's hands, on the top of his head, and even everywhere he could see.

At first it was just a few drops, and then the rain expanded in a matter of seconds.

This rainstorm came very suddenly, and the darkness in the depths of the rain-watered woodland was not washed away, but became deeper and deeper.

When Zhu Jue climbed the altar more than twenty meters high, there was a thunder sound, and a lightning bolt fell in the woodland deeper into the mountain, and subconsciously looked at that place, with a flash of light that exploded in an instant, he seemed to see some swaying black objects, but because it was a fleeting thing, he couldn't look closely.

Return your gaze to the altar top platform in front of you.

The people who came up before had already finished setting up here, and a few people were gathered around the bonfire, and some stenching black goo was being thrown into it, Zhu Jue frowned and looked at it a few more times, but he still couldn't see what it was.

Zhu Jue stood on the edge of a pillar, standing alongside several other black-robed people who were watching like him, his eyes looking at the tops of the metasequoia trees that were flush with the top of the altar.

The black-robed man placed the bamboo basket on the altar, and somewhere he found a wooden staff about half a man high, on which was carved a fist-sized goat skull.

His right hand gripped the middle of the staff, pointing diagonally towards the night sky, while his left hand made a drag motion.

The hood was blown backwards by the wind, revealing the head shrouded underneath.

"Looks like a strong man......"

Zhu Jue looked at the bare "boiled egg" that had no hair and was painted with black spells, and his vigilance against the guy in front of him suddenly increased a lot.

After about ten seconds of holding this position, the man began to chant a mantra that Zhu Jue did not understand.

For a while, the sound of wind and rain, thunder, and the stabbing sound of the rain pouring on the strange bonfire were mixed with the chanting of the person in front of him, Zhu Jue looked at the few guys next to him who seemed to have heard some natural sound and were immersed in it, and could only reluctantly follow them with a happy expression.

The bald man with the POSE suddenly stopped singing, put the wooden staff in his hand on the table, and couldn't wait to lift the black cloth covered by the bamboo basket, Zhu Jue's eyes were fixed, watching him put his hand directly into the bamboo basket.

More than a dozen slender tentacles like grasshoppers landed on his palm, and then a pitch-black, constantly wriggling and changing form of life appeared in his hand, and was finally held high above his head.

Blood suddenly overflowed from the place where those tentacles were holding, and the amount of bleeding was extremely large, it should be that the person's arteries had been cut by those tentacles, but he had maintained his original posture, as if he was not aware of the changes in his body.

A drop of blood was wrapped in wind and rain and blew onto Zhu Jue's left cheek, the pungent bloody breath made him frown subconsciously, the skin of the blood-stained area was distorted, and the scavenger easily swallowed the blood droplet that was not long.

And this wind and rain naturally couldn't just blow away this drop of blood, in fact, several blood lines drifting towards the depths of the jungle soon appeared in Zhu Jue's sight.

A line of blood smeared on the goat's head at the top of the altar, and a red light suddenly lit up in those dark blue eyes.

A line of blood fell on the body of a cultist beside him, and he lifted his black robe as if he had received some gift and sucked it violently, and Zhu Jue felt sick to see it.

There was also a line of blood, which crossed the altar and the surrounding metasequoia trees, and floated into the darkness farther away in the wind and rain.

......

In a depression somewhere in the jungle, there was something black.

It wasn't a tree, it was a big, black thing, and it just squatted there, as if waiting for something, and its arms squirmed and stretched like ropes...... When it touched the blood line in the wind and rain, it was like a hunting dog smelling blood, smelling a carrion vulture, and its movements became more and more intense.

The black, cordy, sticky, tree-like thing that appeared in the woods, crawled up from the hollow, and wriggled and crawled up with its hooves and mouth and snake-like arms.

......

Baa~~~

A special sound resounded throughout the valley at this moment.

The cry of a goat?

Zhu Jue looked up a little blankly and looked in the direction where the voice came from, where a huge black shadow was approaching!

The few black-robed people beside him trembled like chaff, not because they were afraid, but because they were extremely excited.

The black-robed man in front of him, holding the ball of black flesh, continued his chant after hearing the voice, this time in a longer tone, like the words that people often drag out when calling their pets.

Zhu Jue's gaze had long been focused on that black shadow, and he finally understood why this altar was built so high...... Because that guy's size is a bit exaggerated!

The nearly 15-meter-tall body appears to be a large mass, on which an unknown number of black whip-like tentacles of varying lengths are born, and a huge mouth is open around the mass, not just one, but on all sides of the entire mass, and green mucus is constantly dripping from it.

Beneath its body, there are huge hooves that it can stand on, and its body is like some kind of tree: its stubby feet are the trunk, and its tentacles are the canopy, and from its body, it emits a foul smell like a tomb has been dug up.

Zhu Jue watched in silence as this never-before-seen behemoth monster crushed one metasequoia tree after another, walked from the darkness to the clearing in the forest, and finally stopped next to the altar.

The thick tentacle tips could reach the edge of the top of the altar, constantly swaying in front of them.

The buzzing in my head hasn't stopped since just now.

The strong warning of danger made him realize that this guy in front of him was definitely different from any spiritual pollution source monster he had ever seen, even the bear monster that appeared in his mind several times could not be compared to it, whether it was size or anything else!

At a certain moment, Zhu Jue even had the idea of retreating from just continuing to pretend to be a cultist and then spend the night in peace, but he was quickly vetoed by himself.

Now that this special spiritual pollution source monster had appeared in front of him, there was no reason for him to just watch this disgusting guy calmly enjoy his sacrifice and leave.