The spear pierced down from Sui Yi’s palm, stabbing onto the tip of the tower’s round bead.

Buzz!!!

The sound was loud, the light dazzling.

As Sui Yi’s hand pressed down.

Boom!!!

The round bead began to crack!

Starting from the tip, shattering, accompanied by the sharp baby cries of Zhi, its body continuously twisting, the ground protruding large swathes of dirt.

At the same time, Du Gourou saw this scene, suddenly shivering, wetting himself!

Hiss hiss hiss!

Scalding urine soaked the Sacrificial Altar, immediately causing a shriek, the altar cracking.

Holy shit, it actually works!

Du Gourou had truly been a burden along the way, previously not really noticing, as he was protected, but once Sui Yi "straightened" him out, he began to ponder if he, as a man, should contribute some strength.

But did he have strength?

With no more than a skin-and-bones body, though possessing some martial arts, compared to his sister’s formidable strength, he was laughably weak.

Physical strength was out of the question, mental strength...

Better forget it.

He was more proficient in Dance with the Wind and Toy with the Moon.

So was he truly a useless man?

Such a discovery was indeed depressing.

But now... Du Gourou was thrilled!

Seeing his urine was useful, he courageously urinated towards another altar!

"Hey, you gotta admit, this kid can pee quite far,"

someone laughed loudly.

But most didn’t notice what was happening with Du Gourou, as their focus was on Sui Yi...

As the tower’s body cracked with the Sacrificial Altar, it was as if the Formation had a gap, accelerating its disintegration, piercing through to the midpoint from the tip, causing Zhi to roar painfully, its cries twisting from baby wails to the wails of countless ghosts, sounding terribly frightening.

But no matter how horrifying, it seemed utterly suppressed by Sui Yi, whose blue hair was flying as he gripped the spear, tearing the Sacrificial Tower apart.

Right over wrong, if right could suppress wrong, then no matter how terrifying, evil could not extinguish the spark of hope in the heart.

Sui Yi was the embodiment of endless hope!

Boom!

The Sacrificial Tower cracked two-thirds of the way.

Morton’s expression shifted, seemingly wanting to escape, but perhaps remembering something, his face turned sinister and eerie.

On the contrary, Liew Baiyi, battling with Wu Xie, remained calm and composed, seemingly indifferent to the outcome over there.

Or maybe... he was certain he would win?

Wu Xie frowned, suddenly having a bad premonition.

Wu Gen’s pupils shrank, his face twisted, ignoring Shi Feixuan and Natasha, he pulled a twisted Golden Scale Snake Sword from his broad sleeve, his figure shooting up, Black Robe billowing: "Foolish and ignorant sinners desecrating the gods! You will receive divine retribution!"

This sentence seemed like a curse.

Sui Yi’s brows furrowed slightly, suddenly...

"Uncle Sheng!"

Dugu Mingyue’s startled cry was shocking, and then, she coughed up blood and was sent flying...

It was Dugu Sheng who struck.

"Sinners desecrating the gods, you all deserve to die!"

Dugu Sheng, eyes bloodshot, his face filled with black gas, slammed Dugu Mingyue away with a palm, then ruthlessly attacked Qin Shubao and others around him, catching them completely off guard. Obviously, more terrifyingly, the sudden attackers were not just Dugu Sheng, as among the forty or fifty people, unexpectedly a third turned traitor. Since they were originally considered allies, no one had expected them to attack their own, hence they all fell into the trap.

The overall combat strength was directly reduced by eighty to ninety percent, added by the massive numbers of the Morton Tribe, Karisuo had already led the fierce Barbarian Bull Cavalry to surround them.

Besieged from outside and hit from within.

Shi Feixuan and Natasha felt they were out of range to help.

And on Sui Yi’s side...

Boom!

Zhi rose towering over the ground, its enormous baby head opening its mouth, sucking towards the area where Dugu Sheng was...

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Blood gushing like a fountain from the wounds of freshly killed people, madness flowed towards its mouth.

And not just from the dead.

Dugu Mingyue clutched the wound on her abdomen, her face ghastly pale, because her palm couldn’t suppress the blood gushing from the wound, the blood within her rushing towards her abdomen so quickly it drained her face of color, then the blood flowed out from between her fingers...

She might die.

Dugu Mingyue felt her pupils whitening.

Her body swayed, about to collapse...

Not far away, Cheng Yaojin planted his axe into the ground, watching the blood gushing from his own body’s wounds, cursing: "Damn! What kind of sorcery is this beast using! Mr. Shen, get out of the way..."