The air seemed to freeze.

Zhao Li gasped rapidly, his heart beating wildly, but the arm holding the old man was still strong, and the dagger he grabbed from the altar was very weighty, and the blade shone with a cold light in the firelight.

The dagger was pressed against the old man's throat.

It was like throwing a boulder in the water, and along with Zhao Li's incomprehensible language, those who had just been crawling on the ground obediently all stood up at once, and hundreds, or even thousands, of angry people stared at Zhao Li with wide eyes.

Then they stepped forward in unison, their footsteps sounding like thunder.

Zhao Li's heart trembled, the desire to survive supported him, and there was even greater anger in his heart, he stayed at home and waited for the release of the new game, why did he wake up and come to such a dangerous place to be a sacrifice?

Anger and the desire to survive completely overwhelmed fear.

If you don't fight, you will die, if you fight, there will be life.

He took a deep breath, and the dagger in his hand cut a cut directly in the face of the old man who was presiding over the blood sacrifice.

The red, warm blood remained on his hands, a little disgusting.

The muscles on Zhao Li's face were twisted into an extremely hideous look because of anger and fear, he looked at the angry crowd, the blood-stained dagger pointed ahead, took a deep breath, his eyes widened angrily, and roared in a tone that was even more angry than theirs:

"Get out of the way !!"

The voice, blessed by the high platform, was like the roar of a lion, and even suppressed the shouts of others.

Although the language barrier, Zhao Li's movements obviously conveyed enough signals, and the voices of those people gradually fell silent, looking at the Wu Zhu that was taken down, a little at a loss, Zhao Li suddenly thought of something, turned around suddenly, and pointed at the back with the dagger in his hand.

Before he knew it, two people had already leaned in behind him lightly.

When they saw Zhao Li's reaction, their faces showed obvious surprise, obviously they didn't expect that this blood sacrifice with fine skin and tender flesh would be able to detect their approach.

They wanted to take down the weak and despicable foreigner in one fell swoop.

But after glancing at the old man who was restrained, he still slowly retreated.

Their steps are light and silent, and their eyes are pressed with indifference, like cheetahs foraging in the jungle.

Zhao Li's heart was beating fast, and his breathing felt a little difficult, he thanked the police and gangster movies he had watched in the past, took a deep breath, showed a 'hideous' look on his face, suddenly turned around, roared angrily, and kicked the burning brazier over.

The red-hot brazier tumbled and fell from the high platform.

Those spices of various colors were flying, the flames spread all at once, and the rest of the people let out exclamations, subconsciously retreated, the scene was panicked, Zhao Li blocked the old Wu Zhu in sheepskin in front of him, and slammed through the fire, and the dagger was dead against Wu Zhu's heart.

The power that had just appeared because of excitement and fear began to fade, grabbing one person and not being able to run, walking briskly into the distance, while the rest of the people stared at the dagger in Zhao Li's hand, shouting one after another, but they still retreated in the crazy gaze under that kind of survival.

So a path appeared ahead of him.

Zhao Li vigilantly re-chose the direction, watching the distant uninhabited forest retreat, the anger of those people seemed to be on the rise, but they had to let him go there, this road was not too long, but Zhao Li felt that time had passed extremely long, and when he could feel the breath of the wind passing through the woods, he breathed a sigh of relief.

There was another sound akin to cheering from those mouths.

Zhao Li suddenly felt a tingling pain in his eyebrows.

He saw that in the forest in front of him, a tall man slowly walked out, he was wearing more luxurious ink-colored clothes than Zhao Li's white clothes, carrying a bow behind his back, a toothed blade knife on his waist, and a quiet black panther crawling next to him, the black panther was biting something, raised his head, and looked at Zhao Li curiously.

The man opened his mouth and said a word to Zhao Li.

Zhao Li couldn't understand the meaning, but he could feel the displeasure in his tone, the command and the shout, and his dagger stuck on the old man's neck.

But before his action was completed, the man in front moved.

It was as if the entire forest and heaven and earth were chanting, and the fist brought up the whistling wind, and as soon as Zhao Li saw a flower in front of him, his body was already flying lightly, which was an incomparably huge power that completely surpassed his cognition.

He flew far away, and finally slammed down on the high altar, coughing up blood in his mouth, and it was only at this time that the tearing pain swept through his consciousness like a wave, and Zhao Li instinctively screamed in his mouth, and his body curled up like a red-hot prawn.

His blurred vision saw the people approaching in a circle.

At the head was the tall man, who was leaning down and helping the Wu Zhu up.

The rest of the people seemed to be kneeling beside the witch and confessing their sins.

Zhao Li's vague consciousness gradually reunited, gasping in pain, his internal organs seemed to crumple under that punch, and his heart was cranky and distracted.

But his thoughts continued to echo in the punch that had just surpassed his realization.

With such a huge force, they should have been torn apart a long time ago, and now they are still alive, and even conscious, and they just happened to fall on this altar, it seems that they are still planning to complete this blood sacrifice, and they must keep their consciousness to carry out the living sacrifice.

It's a dead end......

Is there such a monster in this world?

Zhao Li's eyes fell on the altar in front of the bronze tree, and saw the beads that were placed in the center, like being surrounded by stars, and there was a trace of the pupils in the middle of the beads, and in his mind, the memory of the word sacrifice emerged.

Sacrifice, the offering of an object to some kind of object of worship.

Blood sacrifice, that is, the part of the human life that has been enshrined, then the object of worship that is enshrined is......

Zhao Li grinned.

The pain in the body seemed to be relieved a little under the unwilling anger.

He glanced quietly at the people below, then lay on the ground, his fingers slowly stretched forward, and then, like a worm, slowly and uglyly and comically forward, approaching the altar, each movement brought unspeakable pain, slow and twisted.

Someone noticed his movements, and Zhao Li immediately stopped.

The others only thought he was struggling and moaning, without much thought, as if he was thinking of some kind of creature because of his movements. Turning his head and saying a few words to the person next to him, there was a low taunt from the crowd, and it was not until he was stopped that he turned his head again, not daring to look again.

Zhao Li gritted his teeth and approached the altar little by little, his face was already covered with cold sweat.

At this time, Wu Zhu, who had been hit in the jaw, had been rescued, and opened his eyes in a daze, and saw the most powerful warrior in his tribe bowing respectfully towards him, and was about to speak, when he saw the altar in the afterglow of his eyes, he was slightly stunned, and a scream suddenly came out of his mouth.

"Stop !!"

Nangong Gang was slightly stunned, then turned around suddenly, and saw that the foreigner who had just been shot away by himself had already struggled to get up with the altar, and then showed a twisted smile towards him, Nangong Gang roared angrily, everyone didn't have time to care about the ancient etiquette, and everyone ran to the altar.

Then, in the face of the anger of thousands of people, the stranger violently pushed down the altar containing the sacred relics of the clan and smashed it to the ground with a loud bang.

The bead rolled down and was trampled on.

In a trance, they almost heard a crisp sound of a snap, and everyone's expressions froze for a moment.

Zhao Li's vision was blurred, he grinned, his smile was a little hideous, his arms were spread out and he looked down on everyone, the bronze tree was behind him, the branches were like swords, and the two braziers next to him were burning, and the firelight elongated his figure.

O practitioners......

I can't beat you, but my life isn't so cheap.

If you want my life, are you ready to pay the price?

His eyes widened, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, his vision blurred by the pain and internal bleeding, and the soles of his forty-two feet crushed against the beads, and then he gestured a middle finger at the blue-faced samurai, and blood foamed from his mouth:

"I'm gamm—"

He hadn't been able to finish the sentence before the pain of his injury overwhelmed him.

His body shook, and he fell to the ground with a snap, falling into a coma.

The entire sacrificial place was in a panic, and no one noticed that when Zhao Li completely fainted, a faint white aura flowed on the body of the young man who was sacrificed by blood, and it sank into Zhao Li's body.

Zhao Li's body trembled, and he fell into a deeper coma.