31 Chapter 28 Zhuang Zhou Dreams of Butterfly_1

The man on the altar was long dead, standing upright, his fresh blood trickling down his body and seeping into the altar.

This sight did not instill fear amongst the crowd surrounding the altar. Instead, they wore bizarre smiles on their faces.

Two figures rose from the crowd at the rims of the altar, wearing the same chilling grins. They proceeded step by step towards the altar, joining the corpses already there. Painstakingly, they gouged their own eyeballs out.

The sight was chilling, causing onlookers to gasp in horror.

Lu Yan's complexion turned pale. This scene was all too familiar to him.

Martial Spirits!

This was exactly how the villagers of Kaoshan Village had behaved.

But back then, there were only a few individuals. Now, there were more than a hundred.

Roars...

The eyeballs rolled off and fell beneath the altar, followed by deep cries from below. It was an expression of suppressed excitement.