Chapter 784 - 429. Great Xia’s enemy is the Qing yang Demon
At this moment.
Yang Fan glanced at the blood-colored bone claw, speaking wisely: "Refining an Evil Spirit Claw requires the sacrifice of at least five or six lives.
"The ritual process is incredibly cruel, first hanging the sacrifices upside-down beside the altar, then using a blade to cut open wounds on their bodies, allowing the blood to slowly drip down and pool in the center of the altar.
"In the center of the altar is a stone mask with a human face, which is what Zhang Yong dreamed of, and the blood will completely submerge the mask.
"Once the mask absorbs all the blood, within the next day, it will give birth to an Evil Spirit Claw.
"The sacrifices must remain conscious throughout the ritual, until the Evil Spirit Claw is about to be born.
"If any of the sacrifices die midway, the ritual will fail, and the Evil Spirit Claw will not be born.
"In the moment the Evil Spirit Claw is born, it will kill the nearly dead sacrifices to complete its final transformation."
The soldiers around felt a chill in their hearts listening.
Long Xingyun swallowed secretly, feeling as if the Lord seemed to know the process of refining the Evil Spirit Claw.
Otherwise, why would he explain it in such detail?
Yang Fan then looked at Zhang Yong and continued: "Later, the Carmenians quietly hypnotized Zhang Yong, placing the stone mask over his face.
"The Evil Spirit Claw then moved from the mask into Zhang Yong's soul, gradually taking control of him."
Long Xingyun couldn't help but ask: "Now it seems Zhang Yong should be innocent, is there any way to save him from the control of the Evil Spirit Claw?"
Given that Zhang Yong is a descendant of Great Xia, the commander asked this.
If it were a white-skinned person, Long Xingyun wouldn't care at all.
Yang Fan shook his head: "He cannot be saved! Zhang Yong's soul has been permanently altered; the current Zhang Yong is no longer the Zhang Yong of before."
He paused for a moment and added, "The secret techniques of the Qing yang Demon Race are generally like this; once you're ensnared, it's hard to reverse it."
Long Xingyun sighed lightly.
But the commander quickly set aside his pity for Zhang Yong.
Too many tragedies occurred during the Age of Calamity, there are countless people worse off than Zhang Yong around the world.
Ordinary Great Xia people are well protected by the state, unaware of these tragedies, but Long Xingyun knows all too well.
Yang Fan shifted the topic: "Now that Zhang Yong has fallen into our hands, we can teach the Carmenians a lesson."
With a thought, he quietly triggered a Star Mark.
A point of starlight emerged.
The satellite star formation has exceptionally strong tracking capabilities, so he plans to enlist Wen Zehan's help.
"Mr. Ghost, good evening!"
Wen Zehan's voice immediately sounded.
As he said "good evening," Wen Zehan's voice noticeably changed, indicating he had seen the eerie blood-colored bone hand from afar.
Yang Fan got straight to the point: "Mr. Wen, please assist in tracking the people behind Zhang Yong."
"Understood!"
The starlight pulsated slightly, transforming into a beam of light enveloping the blood-colored bone hand.
Yang Fan revealed a cold and sharp smile: "Since the Carmenians love blood rituals so much, let me make them taste their own medicine."
Long Xingyun swallowed again.
The lord truly is the lord, he really possesses knowledge of blood rituals!
From the meaning of that sentence, the methods of blood rituals he possesses are likely more advanced than those of the Carmenians.
How else could he initiate a blood ritual from such a distance on the Carmenians?
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Tianfu Province.
Xiuzhu City.
"…taste the blood ritual."
Wen Zehan listened to the Ghost Lord's voice, a slight chill running down his spine.
The senior researcher observed the blood-colored claw from afar, grumbling inwardly: "Whenever working with the Ghost Lord and Spirit Crow Lord, one always encounters bizarre things."
Despite receiving the satellite-formed star power and being officially recognized as a Civilization Pioneer, holding a status half a step higher than the highest provincial leader.
Wen Zehan has not abandoned his original work, continuing research related to satellites, bearing the additional title of "Deputy Director."
A few seconds later.
Wen Zehan felt a slight chill at the center of his brow, rejoicing inwardly.
Because this signified that satellite tracking had successfully located the target, allowing the Power of the Stars to begin extracting Spiritual Power to construct the "Superdimensional Data Chain."
The so-called "Superdimensional Data Chain," is Wen Zehan's own naming.
In essence, this is a supernatural link established by the satellite star formation, with extraordinary information retrieval capabilities.
The next moment.
The Star Mark in Wen Zehan's mind flickered, suddenly "seeing" a series of scenes.
The content of the scenes was extremely horrific, making him feel slightly uncomfortable.
Five entirely naked human figures, from their appearance seemed to be female, were hanging upside-down on a set of stone sculptures.
The stone sculptures depicted winged, fierce creatures; their feet trapped in the mouths of these creatures, the ankles twisted into strange shapes, evidently severely fractured.
The creatures' sharp tusks pierced through the calves of these women, and the blood flowed down along the tusks.
Beneath the sculptures was a large, circular black altar, over five meters in diameter, resembling obsidian.
In the center of the altar was an ominous black stone mask with a human face.
Upon first glance at the mask, Wen Zehan found it extremely sinister.
At a quick look, the face seemed mocking, but upon closer examination, it appeared to be crying out in pain.
A male in a white coat, holding a scalpel, slowly walked up the steps onto the altar.