In the center of the Demon Evil Continent, an octagonal altar stands there.
At the center of the altar is a giant cauldron burning with sky-high flames.
One after another, the captured members of the Demon Evil Clan are pushed directly into the cauldron with no strength to resist, accompanied by a shrill scream, and then no sound is heard from them again.
The remaining members of the Demon Evil Clan, seeing this, all show fear and struggle frantically.
"Don't kill me!"
"Spare my life, my emperor—"
But no matter how they struggled and pleaded, it was of no use.
Those who were caught and brought here usually were not very strong, and even though their hearts were full of unwillingness, they could only be pushed into the cauldron.
One side of the altar.
Wu Ming looked at everything before him with an indifferent expression, his heart undisturbed.
Since the decision was made, there is nothing worth hesitating over.
