Looking at the Turtle Immortal, whose eyes were red and nearly desperate, many myths were also in shock.
The Epoch Disaster, is actually unsolvable!
"Since that's the case, the only way is a blood sacrifice." Suddenly, a mythical strongman in the shape of a lion said.
"We divide the land among ourselves, cease hostilities, breed a large number of living beings, and obtain the population needed for the blood sacrifice. In this way, we can maintain our will for a long time."
His pupils were blood-colored, and he exuded an air of hostility. The strong smell of blood could be detected from miles away.
This cold remark wasn't met with much opposition, and many myths actually agreed.
"Indeed, we manipulate humans, let them reproduce in large numbers, then secretly plot, causing conflicts among them, fighting in wars for a long time, without even needing to take action ourselves, we can harvest enough souls."
