Flames are burning.

Unlike other cities overrun by insects and beasts, this place is entirely occupied by humans. No one knows what day it is today, but every corner of the streets is filled with shadows of people. Every face is brimming with a crazed expression, eyes bloodshot, necks tense, as if trying to vent their emotions through their cries.

Central Square.

At the front of the crowd stands a giant altar. Although forged of marble, it is surrounded by a vivid red, like solidified blood plasma, glaring and eye-catching.

As the crowd’s screams intensified, the blue flames on the altar suddenly flickered, and amidst the exploding flames, a pitch-black silhouette appeared at the center of the altar.

Its figure seemed to swallow the light. Though the flames were cast upon it, nothing could be seen, just a pure dark shadow.

At this moment, the crowd went completely mad. Seeing this shadow, they suddenly knelt on the ground, mumbling words unknown.

The shadow was embraced by the crowd, and its ghostly voice echoed in their ears.

"Our Master has found the chance for resurrection!"

"As long as our Master is resurrected, we will all possess endless life!"

"Now... bring up the prepared sacrifices, our Master needs this blood!"

"Our Master will awaken amid the aura of despair and fear, and then our Master’s will can fully descend upon this land!"

"Begin the sacrificial ritual now."

Amidst the chaotic crowd, a fallen prayer echoed, and followers of the shadow who willingly became sacrifices stepped onto the altar.

Men and women alike, these people were all practitioners. With boiling energy, it wasn’t hard to see they were of Silver Tier.

Yet the eerie thing was, although they had become sacrifices, there was no trace of fear on their faces, but rather an excitement and thrill.

In their eyes, there was no common thought, only a fanatical belief, clearly brainwashed by the shadow.

Without anyone’s help, they took the daggers in their hands and slashed fiercely at their own necks, and soon, thick blood flowed onto the altar.

The shadow watched it all, a crimson hue flickering in its eyes.

This was already the tenth sacrifice.

From early livestock and insects, to ordinary humans, then Bronze Tier practitioners, reaching now the city’s peak combat power, all becoming the objects of this sacrifice. Cumulatively, the blood offered equaled a small stream.

Blood flowed along a sinister array, seeping bit by bit into the marble ground, an evil energy wave started to spread, a destructive aura enveloping the surroundings. Moments later, the altar suddenly shattered, and with heavy footsteps, a menacing face appeared before everyone’s eyes.

His face dry and terrifying, resembling a skeleton. The skin exuded a rusty red, hair dense and blackish-green, draped in a wide cloak, eyes, teeth, and nails all drenched in poisonous substance.

He had blood-red pupils, seemingly aflame, and from the first moment of awakening, a relentless slaughter enveloped the area.

Naraku.

These foolish believers might never know, even at the moment of their death, that they had summoned an Evil God with a [Death] Divine Format.

In Naraku’s cold world, everything is the same. To him, all living beings are a great insult; in contrast, all dying lives flicker with a joyous blue-black spark, which he adores.

Some pray devoutly to Naraku, hoping to gain his power. But most are rewarded with death by Naraku.

Naraku’s divine halls are typically concealed, even in those places riddled with evil. They are usually built underground, part of an underground tomb. Most divine halls harbor undead creatures and others that spread or create death, such as banshees and Devils.

The original shadow gradually revealed itself, showing a graceful figure and a face that bewildered countless men.

Desire Demon.

Different from the chaotic, fickle Demon, Devils are creatures from the Purgatory of Bator. They are notorious for their formidable power, evil nature, and ruthless but efficient organization. Devils have a rigorous social hierarchy, where power depends not only on strength but also on status. Most of their time is spent corrupting mortals to expand their influence in every Dimension.

This Desire Demon is a loyal believer of Naraku. At some unknown point in time, she began infiltrating this human city, using every means to corrupt the city’s leader. Finally, today, she succeeded in bringing a trace of Naraku’s will to this city.

The real Naraku possesses supreme power, but due to the Power of Rules, he cannot completely descend. Yet even just a sliver of his will can bring forth despair to countless people.

This silhouette exudes some divinity, the most distinctive power of an Evil God.

Naraku needs more blood to maintain this body. Compared to familiar undead creatures, he prefers the splattering blood and terror.’

Blood and limbs were splattered everywhere!

The Desire Demon seemed to have anticipated this happening. Her gaze languid, right hand clutching her chest, while the left hand slipped into her skirt, some indistinct, cryptic words flowed from her mouth, adding a hint of lust to this massacre.

The blood converged amidst blasphemous divine language, Naraku stood in place, his form more substantial than before, this projection even more vivid than the previous Blazing Demon, as though a real Evil God had descended.

No words were spoken.

The massacre continued.

On Naraku’s mottled black cloak, the vague shadows of resentful spirits could be seen, his eyes swirling with countless killing intents. He raised the weapon in his hand, a seemingly razor-sharp bloody scythe, and swung it ahead.

His black magic staff "Life Taker" can form a blade resembling a Giant Scythe at the staff head and can kill any creature it touches.

This sudden slaughter left everyone dumbfounded. Only then did these foolish believers awaken, scrambling madly in all directions,

Some people completely collapsed.

The Desire Demon spoke, when our Master descends, peace and harmony will be bestowed upon all.

They had nothing left; in this apocalyptic world, they had lost everything.

Family, lover, friends.

Believing in the Evil God spoken by the Desire Demon might free them from pain, even let them see their deceased loved ones again. But now, as all fails to appear as hoped.

People’s faith collapsed in an instant, but it was too late. Naraku needs more lives and blood, and they are undoubtedly the best sacrifices.

Naraku ignored it all, raised the staff in his hand, and as the black light swirled over the corpses on the ground, those with severed limbs suddenly stood up again.

Compared to zombies, these undead creatures were swifter, and at this moment, these dead beings pounced upon their kind, fiercely gnawing, aside from that, some shattered bodies, though incapable of rising, slowly congealed some transparent creatures in the air above their bodies.

Resentful Spirit.

These humans died stewing in resentment.

They were inherently disgusted by life. Roaming out, the moment they caught a human, they began devouring their soul, relentless in their carnage.

A bustling city earlier, now engulfed by terror and death.

Naraku rose from the ground, eyes shimmering with blue light, gazing at this new continent, clearly his ambition wasn’t limited to just this city!