Chen Jiu was well aware that if he didn't seize this opportunity, one day he would end up like that old beggar, becoming meat for wild dogs.
"I refuse."
Chen Jiu calmed down, walked to the edge of the lake, gritted his teeth, and jumped in with determination.
"It is better for a fellow Daoist to die than for me to perish," Wu Keming sneered with a grin.
He chanted an incantation and triggered his True Qi. Pointing a finger, in an instant, the shimmering green lake turned blood-red. The howling Yin Wind transformed into a gigantic skeleton and sank into the lake.
Over the past several days, he had already offered the blood sacrifices of thirty-eight living beings.
Transforming resentment into a demon and harnessing the spirits to forge calamity, he didn't believe that he couldn't break open the prohibition at the bottom of the lake.
The lake water boiled, turning into a blinding crimson color, like viscous blood.