These blood-red runes are everywhere.
In an instant, they had already covered Wei Yang's body.
Every inch of her skin was covered with these blood-red runes, like maggots on the bones, impossible to remove.
Wei Yang was completely panicking.
She couldn't help but think of the last fate of the infant she had just held in her arms, which turned into a blood mist without any reaction.
"Brother..."
Wei Yang looked at Wei Du with bitterness, her voice trembling.
Even though she was battle-hardened and accustomed to life and death, she was ultimately afraid of dying.
Wei Du's eyes were bloodshot red. If Shu Feng hadn't stopped him, he would have rushed into the altar. Suppressing his voice, he said, "Wei Yang, don't move chaotically, stay on the altar. Wait there, I will definitely find a way to save you!"
Wei Yang knew well that her predicament was due to human nature, a result of her own doing.
