Chuzheng smelled the scent of blood.
It was very strong.
The bloody smell surged, and the excitement in Chuzheng's heart grew heavier.
Chuzheng suppressed it without showing any sign.
Since even Chuzheng smelled it, Dong Lin naturally smelled it too. They turned a corner, and a massive circular sacrificial altar appeared in front of them.
On the altar stood several pillars, with each pillar having a person chained onto it by iron chains.
It was unclear where the blood was flowing from on their bodies, but the entire altar was nearly stained red with it.
"Are they the ones who were missing?"
Chuzheng didn't recognize these people, but she could guess from their attire.
Just now the Sect Master and others were looking for someone, saying the Sect Leader and several Elders were missing.
"Yes." Dong Lin instructed Chuzheng to stay below, and he went up to check the breath of one of them, estimating he was already dead, then turned to check the others.
