Chapter 727 401: How Does It Feel? The Descent of the Black Tide!

In the face of this sudden life crisis.

The once noble and elegant Grand Dukes changed from calm to unease and urgency.

The devouring power of the Crimson True Lord has reached a frenzy, that blood-red gaze leaving no doubt that It would open Its giant mouth the next second and devour these Grand Dukes.

In such a situation, escaping is completely impossible.

In the common Crimson Rituals, even a temporarily awakened Crimson True Lord holds terrifying power, and even the Blood Empire's Emperor, Flakmir, has no means to counter it.

And as of now, It had just devoured countless blood sacrifices offered by the Blood Empire, making Its power even more formidable!

Once they flee, It would certainly devour them without reservation!

As for resisting... haha, let's just say the oppression the Crimson True Lord gives them is much stronger than someone holding a gun threatening an unarmed person!

In such a situation, they have only one choice... that is to continue to "discard burdens," offering sacrifices to the Crimson True Lord who has a sliver of sanity left, praying for the moment when It is satisfied!

So...

The moment they aimed their guns at Yinluo'er, their main conflict was no longer past grudges.

But rather, at this moment, Yinluo'er had a more legitimate reason to become the "burden" to be discarded!

Five Grand Dukes united against one person had a much higher chance of success than a chaotic battle among themselves.

Roar—

In such a situation, the hot-tempered Grand Duke Morton was the first to take action.

He roared angrily, and his body swelled rapidly, revealing a hideous and terrifying true form.

The remaining Grand Dukes of the Blood Race didn't hesitate, quickly following suit.

Yinluo'er glanced at everyone present.

Currently, on the altar, only the five Grand Dukes of the Blood Race remained, as well as the Blood Emperor Flakmir and His direct descendants.

The situation of the five Grand Dukes was needless to say, they already had old grudges with Yinluo'er, and now they finally had a justified reason to eliminate him, it was perfect.

Flakmir, on the other hand, watched all of this coldly.

As the Emperor of the Blood Empire, He is undoubtedly the most special High Tier Blood Race in the Blood Sea, and His identity is extremely special.

To some extent, He represents the Crimson True Lord, having a special relationship with It.

So after such a mutation occurred, He was the calmest, besides Yinluo'er, atop the altar.

Even though He didn't know what exactly happened to the Crimson True Lord,

because He knew that He couldn't be discarded as "a burden."

Even if that possibility exists, He would be the last one.

But He couldn't stop the Crimson True Lord's demand for sacrifices.

So, regarding the moves of the five Clan Leaders, He just watched coldly, hoping that after their internal strife was over, He could offer them up himself...

The Blood Emperor and the five Blood Race Grand Dukes all turned their eyes on Yinluo'er.

And in such a situation, a smile gradually appeared on Yinluo'er's face, seemingly without any hint of worry.

"Laughing at the brink of death, truly a madman!"

His appearance elicited sneers from the Blood Race Grand Dukes, their fury surging.

"Yinluo'er, obediently become a sacrifice!"

Grand Duke Morton, already enraged to an extreme, roared, summoning countless Blood Servants, with a noble and elegant yet bloody melody accompanying his hideous and terrifying true form as it attacked him!

The other Blood Race Grand Dukes also showcased their skills, holding nothing back, and attacked him overwhelmingly!

Under such a powerful offensive, Yinluo'er, whose strength was comparable to theirs, couldn't possibly resist!

But, just at this moment.

Behind Yinluo'er, Hudson had already raised his hand in advance, his palm emitting a mysterious black Mark.

Instantly!

A black tide and an invisible force, along with a frightening High Tier aura, surged out from the Mark, enveloping Yinluo'er and Hudson tightly!

Countless attacks landed on this black tide, as if encountering a black hole in the starry sky, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

"What!"

"What's going on!"

The Blood Race Grand Dukes' pupils shrank drastically, shocked, that aura made them feel oppressed like the Crimson True Lord!

A look of astonishment flashed across Flakmir's eyes in front of the throne as well.

This sudden black tide and terrifying aura naturally caught Him off guard, also prompting a thought in His mind.

Could it be...

But, before He had time to continue pondering, a hellish urging voice sounded from the sky again!

"Sacrifice!!!"

The Crimson True Lord had gone completely berserk, that blood-red gaze scanning every High Tier Blood Race present, even Flakmir wasn't an exception!

Seeing this situation.

They felt a numbness on their scalp and cold sweat running down their backs.

It's bad!

"Hehe..."

Under the shelter of the black tide, Yinluo'er suddenly laughed, bowing elegantly towards them.

"...you who usually lie on Low Tier Blood Races, greedily sucking blood, now also face the fear of being devoured..."

"Survival of the fittest, the unchanging truth of eternity..."

"Look... respected Grand Dukes and Emperor..."

"The True Lord's gaze is upon you, It is starving, waiting for succulent sacrifices..."

"And you will become the redness in the goblet..."

"How does it feel to be forced to become the food of the strong?"

"Hahahaha..."

Yinluo'er's lips curled up, finally no longer suppressing his emotions, laughing heartily, with an indescribable joy on his pale face.