Su Ling'er stared expressionlessly at the cauldron of bubbling green concoction before her.
'Here we go again.'
'This bunch of demons are starting their evil human sacrifice rituals again.'
'What in the world is going on in their heads?'
A sense of powerlessness, mixed with disgust and numbness, rose in her heart. She subconsciously tried to use her Divine Sense to warn Wang Xiedi behind her, telling him to keep his composure at all costs.
'This is what I told you about before—tempering bodies with living people! They're even volunteering! This demonic sect has probably used some evil art to control their minds...'
However, her mental message was like a stone sinking into the ocean—there was no response.
'What's going on?'
Su Ling'er's heart tightened as a foreboding premonition washed over her.
Just as she was feeling puzzled, she heard a dull THUD from behind.
She whipped her head around.
