"Help! Aaaaaaaah ———— I don't want to die ———— ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh————————"
Compared to the worshipful calm he displayed when he first entered the giant cauldron, the behavior of this sacrifice at this moment was utterly different.
A trace of displeasure appeared on Ye Tian's face. A seventy-year-old monk immediately stepped forward to explain: "Lord Ye Tian, a slight imperfection in the sacrifices is inevitable. As long as the ritual proceeds smoothly, the process itself doesn't matter too much."
Under the monk's persuasion, Ye Tian's expression finally eased somewhat…
As for the man screaming miserably in the cauldron, his flesh had already been entirely torn apart by countless venomous snakes. Coupled with the injection of their venom into his body, he couldn't move at all. No matter how loudly he screamed, it was all futile.
