On the bloody altar, Lin Ye's limbs were chained with iron chains.
Twelve men in black robes gathered in a circle, chanting obscure spells.
"The third one."
"The first two couldn't last more than three seconds before they exploded into blood mist."
"This kid looks terrible."
Lin Ye raised his head and looked at the crack in space above his head.
A scarlet eyeball was squeezed out of the crack, staring at him.
