Six splendid heads soared into the sky. Their essence, the flesh and blood of the demonic generals, was incredibly rich. The demonic race originated from the vicious beast clan of the Desolate Wilds. Inside them still resides the bloodline of some wild beasts from the ancient desolate era.
Although vanishingly thin after countless ages, this essence is still extremely nourishing for the human race.
Above the sacrificial altar, the scene of the ancient ancestors performing the sacrificial ritual emerged. The flames danced ever more fiercely. Inside the flames were orbs enveloped by dazzling light, all kinds of divine rays interweaving.
"Sacrifice!"
The ancient syllables once again traversed the endless time and space of the Desolate Wilds. The glorious human race, bound by blood and fire to the ancient desolate land, had returned once again.