Chapter 1657: Chapter 858: Formidable Foe (Part 2) "So you’re saying," Mo Hua said, "that you deliberately killed all the temple guards, and then turned into a monster... yaksha, and ate them all?" Mr. Witch sneered coldly, "Indeed." Mo Hua recalled earlier when Mr. Witch learned that he had "eaten" his companions, and his face turned pale as if he was about to vomit his guts out, and secretly mocked him in his heart. This Mr. Witch is quite the "drama king," putting on such a convincing act... Then Mo Hua reflected for a moment and had to admit that Mr. Witch performed better than himself. The expression of learning a cruel truth, seemingly about to vomit one’s vital organs, was something he couldn’t replicate. It seemed his own "acting skills" needed more practice. Mo Hua nodded and then asked, "Speaking of which, these temple guards were your companions, right? After killing and eating them, doesn’t your conscience hurt?" "What do you know?" Mr. Witch mocked, "To dedicate their loyalty, flesh, and even life to the Divine Lord is their highest honor." "To die for the Divine Lord is the best fate for them." Mo Hua shook his head silently in his heart. It’s over; the brain has been completely brainwashed. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮 "Right," Mo Hua tried probing again, "you keep saying ’Divine Lord, Divine Lord,’ what exactly is this Divine Lord you’re talking about?" "How dare you!" Mr. Witch roared with anger, "The revered title of the Divine Lord isn’t something you can casually mention!" "If not, what should I call it?" Mo Hua asked sincerely. Mr. Witch was about to say something but suddenly stopped. He glanced around, looking at the white bone pillars, the blood-red mist, and the oppressive, chilling aura in the depths, finally frowning. This little ghost... there’s something off. Mr. Witch’s gaze focused, and he slowly said: "Do you know where this place is? Where I am taking you? Aren’t you... even a little scared?" Mo Hua quickly suppressed his inner excitement and said with a serious face: "I’m scared out of my wits, so much so that I’m talking to you to ease my fear." Mr. Witch: "..." This little ghost, is he missing a few brain cells? Doesn’t he have any awareness at all? Could it be that his Innate soul lacks something, affecting his emotions, so he doesn’t know what fear is? Mr. Witch’s frown deepened. Then he suddenly gave a sinister smile. Ignorance is fearless; the more ignorant a person is, the more foolish courage they have. There are great terrors in this world; even if he doesn’t know now, he will experience it soon enough... Mr. Witch said no more, grabbed Mo Hua, quickened his pace, and continued heading into the depths of the maze. After that, whatever Mo Hua asked him, he remained silent. Unable to get any information, Mo Hua had no choice but to look around, but the more he looked, the more confused he became. The blood color in the depths of the White Bone Maze had become much richer than before. And it continued to thicken, bit by bit. It seemed to be "hatching" something, but Mo Hua didn’t sense anything strange around... Walking like this, Mr. Witch finally brought Mo Hua to a Blood Pool. The blood in the Blood Pool was extraordinarily thick. With just one glance, Mo Hua roughly deduced that the previous expanse of blood sea, mixed with Evil Power, had all been gathered and concentrated into this Blood Pool. Mr. Witch grabbed Mo Hua, about to jump into the Blood Pool, when Mo Hua quickly said: "Wait!" Mr. Witch paused, frowned, and said, "What is it?" Mo Hua said, "This blood is dirty and can corrode flesh; if you jump in with me, I might not make it to be sacrificed to the Divine Lord." Mr. Witch sneered, "Don’t worry, this offering is different; if it’s not fresh, the Divine Lord will blame me." With that, he grabbed Mo Hua and leaped in. With a "splash," the blood scattered. But because the blood was too thick, it stuck together, not much splashed out. As they plunged into the Blood Pool, Mo Hua shut his eyes, and when he reopened them, all around was a deep red, filled with thick blood slurry. And it seemed he was wrapped in Dragon Scale, so the blood couldn’t touch him. Mr. Witch’s entire body transformed into a true blood-sea "yaksha," covered in scales, carrying Mo Hua as they swam towards the depths of the Blood Pool. All the way to the bottom of the Blood Pool. Mo Hua looked up and finally saw the altar he had been longing for. The altar was now quietly submerged in the center of the Blood Pool. The surrounding blood water compressed, refining into dozens of blood streams, like blood vessels, flowing into the solemn Sheep Bone Statue on the altar, providing its Evil Power. The outer blood was thick as paste, while around the altar, it became an area of vacuum. Mr. Witch brought Mo Hua to the altar, retrieved a bone chain from somewhere, tied Mo Hua securely, and temporarily tossed him aside. He then began respectfully placing some unknown flesh offerings on the altar, muttering something under his breath. Mo Hua, tossed aside, looked at the peculiar blood streams, the eerie altar, the bloody offerings, and seemed to finally "understand" what fear was. "You’re not... really going to use me as a sacrifice, are you?" Mr. Witch sneered, cursing Mo Hua as a fool in his heart, only realizing such an obvious thing now? But he was preparing the ritual. In front of the Divine Lord, one couldn’t speak loudly, to avoid disrespect and incurring the Divine Lord’s wrath. He placed the assisting ritual candles, incense, and flesh one by one onto the altar, then turned to look at the "main course" of this sacrifice—Mo Hua. "Originally, I meant to capture all of you and offer you all to the Divine Lord, but I didn’t expect you to be so troublesome."