Most of these blood slaves were already dead, drained dry of blood before the battle began.
A few were still barely clinging to life, but their Blood Qi had been depleted, their foundations damaged—it was doubtful they could be saved.
There were also some cultivators who'd had their blood extracted, turned into mummified corpses and hung from the rafters.
Some had their blood brewed into "Blood Wine," stored in the cellars for Demon Cultivators to drink.
In the secret chamber, there were all sorts of cruel torture devices, inscribed with Evil Formations. No real purpose—just pure, twisted amusement at others' suffering...
...
Mo Hua walked along, taking in every sight.
Some things—knowing and seeing—are two very different matters. Only by witnessing, by experiencing firsthand, can you truly understand what they mean.
Everything before him spoke, vividly and wordlessly, to Mo Hua:
