"Rise!"
A hoarse shout echoed, and suddenly seventy-two ghastly human skin lanterns illuminated beneath the altar.
The surface of the lanterns were covered in blood-red spells, and the ghostly green flame inside surged up with a "whoosh," transforming into seventy-two fiery lines that poured into the extinguished Soul Lamp!
"Buzz—"
The Soul Lamp trembled violently, and its previously lifeless wick suddenly burst forth with dazzling blood light, as if forcibly ignited.
"Old Five!"
Yan Wudao hastily shouted, his voice hoarse, as if a vengeful ghost demanding a soul.
The Fifth Ancestor, Yan Wuming, did not hesitate, slapping his chest and spewing out a mouthful of blood containing the Supreme's essence.
Simultaneously, the Seventh Ancestor, Yan Wutian, also bit the tip of his tongue, and the mist of their blood intertwined, forming a crimson blood rainbow in the air!
"Trace the Soul! Reflect the Shadow!"
