Translator: Mr Voltaire Editor: Modlawls123 Xuan Shang thought about it and cut open his arm. Blood flowed out and formed a ball of blood under Xuan Shang's control.
Holding the ball of blood, Xuan Shang came to a stone platform and placed the ball of blood on it. A wave of power wrapped around the ball of blood and it turned into a ray of light that shot towards the light barrier. His blood only caused the light barrier to change slightly.
Yuan Mie also cut open his arm and condensed the blood that flowed out into a ball of blood. He placed it on the stone platform and the ball of blood flew into the sky.
The reaction of the light barrier was stronger than Xuan Shang's. This meant that Yuan Mie's power and bloodline were stronger than Xuan Shang's.
At this moment, Wu Ying walked towards a stone platform. Everyone's gaze immediately gathered on her. She was the descendant of the Celestial Sovereign. Whether it was her bloodline or power, they were both extremely strong. What would her sacrifice cause?
Wu Ling walked in front of a stone platform and took out a small silver knife. She grabbed a small piece of her hair and cut it off before placing it on the stone platform.
The stone platform gave off a wave of power that wrapped around the small piece of hair and flew into the sky.
Boom!
The moment the strand of hair fused with the light barrier, there was a loud rumble. More than half of the vast light barrier changed, and a powerful aura spread out.
Streams of light spun on the light barrier, forming a huge whirlpool of light. Waves of powerful fluctuations spread out, accompanied by bursts of sounds. The vast aura caused people's hearts to tremble and feel extremely powerless.
Yuan Mie said in shock. "This is the fluctuation caused by the descendant of the Celestial Sovereign. It's not something that people like us can compare to."
Xuan Shang looked at this scene and said in shock, "Although I don't want to admit it, the truth is that the difference between us and the descendant of the Celestial Sovereign is too big. Even if the sacrifice of the eight great Magi Scions, it would not be able to achieve such an effect."
Frog Cow sighed. His confidence had once again suffered a blow. Previously, he had suffered a blow from Zhao Fu. Now, he had suffered another blow. In the future, it would be best to keep a low profile. He did not dare to be as arrogant as before.
She You Meng chuckled. From the beginning, she had placed all her bets on Wu Ying, believing that she would become the Young Patriarch. Wu Ying had not disappointed her.
Hu Ming's expression was ugly. He had just been happy about the increase in his strength, but now he seemed to have suffered a huge blow. He could also clearly feel the gap between the two of them. It was not that he was too weak, but that the Shaman Spirit was too strong, completely above them.
Die Ye, Sky Crane, and Fox Nine also looked at the screen in shock. They did not speak, and had long since given up on the idea of becoming the Young Clan Leader. How could they compete with Wu Ying?
The people of the Sorcerer Clan outside the Holy Land were also shocked. Wu Ying was indeed someone they had acknowledged.
Xiu!
A silver-white beam of light shot out from the huge whirlpool of light. It shot towards Wu Ying's forehead in an instant, and a terrifying aura exploded from Wu Ying's body.
When everyone sensed this aura, their bodies and minds felt immense pressure. Beads of sweat appeared on his body.
The beam of light slowly disappeared, and the terrifying aura that Wu Ying gave off dissipated. Everyone's eyes looked at Wu Ying, and they could clearly sense that Wu Ying's strength had become even stronger. That beam of light contained an enormous amount of power.
Wu Ying's expression was calm as she returned to She You Meng's side.
Everyone's gazes were still on Wu Ying; they did not know what they were going to do, and the surroundings were quite silent.
Lang Qing said, "I'll go and offer a sacrifice!"
Zhao Fu turned to look at Lang Qing and asked, "What do you plan to offer?"
Lang Qing replied, "I'll offer an arm; this way, I'll obtain quite a bit of power."
Zhao Fu said, "You just need to offer some blood; with me here, you don't need to rely on this method to increase your power."
Lang Qing sweetly smiled and felt a warmth in his heart as he said, "Mm, I'll listen to you."
Lang Qing walked to a stone platform and stretched out a hand, placed it on the stone platform, took out a dagger, and cut his palm, allowing his blood to drip onto the stone platform.
The stone platform automatically gave off a wave of power, gathering the dripping blood together, forming an orb of blood that flew into the sky.
The light barrier reacted, and a beam of light quickly shot down, landing on Lang Qing's body, and a wave of power entered Lang Qing's body.
After absorbing this wave of power, Lang Qing grinned and returned to Zhao Fu's side.
The others also offered sacrifices, obtaining different powers. However, there were not enough people offering sacrifices, and they were unable to enter the depths of the Holy Land.
Everyone could only continue to wait, and as time passed, more and more people arrived on the stone platform.
Zhao Fu felt that most people had arrived, and he gave a trace of a smile as he walked towards a stone platform.
Everyone immediately became spirited and looked towards Zhao Fu. Zhao Fu was a strong candidate to become the Young Master, and everyone was quite curious about what kind of changes Zhao Fu would cause in the light. They wondered if it would be as powerful as Wu Ying's; at the very least, it would be more powerful than the eight Great Shaman Sons.
Zhao Fu came to a stone platform and cut his middle finger with his fingernail, causing a drop of black crystalline blood to drip out. The stone platform gave off a wave of power that covered this drop of blood.
Everyone looked quite confused; he had only offered a drop of blood? What kind of changes could this cause?
Seeing this, everyone felt quite disappointed; they guessed that they would not be able to see any shocking changes; a drop of blood was not even as valuable as a fingernail.
The power from the stone platform covered Zhao Fu's drop of blood, and it turned into a ray of light that shot into the sky, fusing into the light barrier.
Boom!
A shocking explosion sounded out, and the vast light barrier went through a shocking change. It gave off an intense light, and a world-shaking aura spread out.
Under this aura, everyone's bodies felt incredibly cold, and they felt as if their souls could not move; they were like ants looking up at the heavens.
Countless people stared at the light barrier in shock; Wu Ying had only caused a change in half of the light barrier, but Zhao Fu had caused such a huge change in the entire light barrier. This meant that Zhao Fu's drop of blood was far more valuable than a strand of Wu Ying's hair.
Looking at the vast light barrier, Wu Ying's originally calm expression disappeared, and a shocked expression appeared on her face.
Countless rays of light gathered on the light barrier, slowly forming the face of an ordinary young man. There was a "Shaman" character on his forehead. This "Shaman" character was long and twisted like a Shaman curse, looking very mysterious and ancient.
That face gave off a formless pressure, suppressing the heavens and earth. No living creature could resist it, and that face was the highest existence in the world.
All the members of the Sorcerer Tribe looked at that face in shock, and their hearts beat quickly. Although that face looked ordinary, it was the Sorcerer Ancestor who had built the great Sorcerer Tribe.
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