In the Void.
A thick, black metal column sometimes appeared blurred, sometimes clear.
——The vision had not completely vanished.
Rows of ice crystal letters emerged before Wu Xiaode:
"The sacrifice ritual is complete. All beings venturing into the Death God Demon Palace must offer up their currently greatest strength to the Death God during the ritual."
"Resistors shall join the ranks of the sacrifices."
Wu Xiaode's heart shuddered.
Such a ruthless sacrifice ritual; in the future, it's unlikely any Death Lord would dare to initiate it lightly.
What was his currently greatest strength?
——"End" was still slumbering, equivalent to useless, so what would this ritual draw away?
A line of text popped up:
"The 9 points of luck from within you shall transform into the Power of the Law of Destiny and be absorbed by this Death God sacrifice ritual."
Wu Xiaode breathed a sigh of relief.
As time passed, luck would gradually diminish; it was a consumable.
