The skull was covered with charred black, and there was a large hole in the center of the forehead.
Wen Yan picked up the ram skull and casually hung it on the banner.
He pulled out the banner, glanced back at the millions of lost souls behind him, and continued forward.
By reaching here, it was already the place covered by the soaring bloody radiance.
On the other side, on the altar underground, the boss stood there, muttering curse scripture, and the gold bricks embedded in the altar seemed to melt, sketching out something following a predetermined path.
There were sinister symbols and runes from Divine Land.
As millions of lost souls approached here, all the symbols and patterns lit up.
The boss's hair turned white instantly, and he became incredibly old, but then his appearance returned to youthful again, continuously cycling like this.
When Wen Yan was dealing with the ram-horned demon, he had already cycled many times.
