The silver box was shrouded by a green light emitted from the wooden ruler above it; in an epiphany, the silvery light vanished, and it returned to an eerily quiet state.
It appeared extraordinarily bizarre!
Should anyone sweep a glance near the altar where the silver box was placed, they would have been even more startled. Someone was standing motionless, a dozen yards away from the altar.
This person wore a dark blue robe and red headscarf, with a glimmer of azure patterns on his face; it was indeed Hua Tianqi from the Poison Holy Gate.
But at this moment, Hua Tianqi's eyes were slightly closed, his expression wooden, and blood was ceaselessly flowing from his orifices. If it wasn't for the slight, continuous heaving of his chest, anyone might have mistaken him for a dead person.
The other three Poison Holy Gate elders, however, were nowhere to be seen, not having entered the hall with him.
