The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

The message from Baihu lit up the phone screen, each word like a cold needle piercing Chen Guan's retina.

The ceremony was brought forward, and the entire city participated in the sacrifice.

The next second, a piercing alarm, sharp enough to tear your eardrums, blared simultaneously from every corner of the city.

Ugh!

Inside the dimly lit, abandoned platform, the emergency lights on the ceiling flickered twice before going out completely, plunging the world into utter darkness.

Despite the qualitative change in his spiritual power, Chen Guan's eyes were still able to see his surroundings clearly in a different way.

He looked up, his gaze piercing through the thick concrete.

In his perception, the night sky over Jiangcheng was no longer pitch black.

Strands of blood-red silk rose from all directions of the city, intertwining and spreading thousands of meters into the sky, quickly outlining a massive magic array that covered the entire city.

The magic circle's patterns were intricate, radiating a chilling malice.

The deep-seated terror did not affect Chen Guan's judgment.

With the boost of 50 points in his mental attribute, his brain functioned at an efficiency beyond that of ordinary people.

Based on the information about the White Tiger...

This was no ordinary attack.

This was a grand sacrifice, with millions of lives offered as offerings.

“Cough… cough…”

Long Ao, who was beside him, was awakened by the noise. He coughed violently, but what he vomited was no longer blood, but some black lumps.

He disregarded everything else, struggled to stand up while holding onto a pillar, and his expression changed as he felt the overwhelming pressure from the outside world.

"What happened..." He looked at Chen Guan, still clueless.

Chen Guan did not answer; he himself was unable to give a precise account of the situation.

His spiritual power had extended outwards, tracing back to the source along the threads rising from the ground.

He saw it.

He saw a man living in an old apartment building, looking at the debt collection messages on his computer screen with worry. A trace of despair drifted from the top of his head and merged into the blood-red web in the sky.

He saw a girl who had just broken up with her boyfriend crying by the river. Her heartbroken sorrow turned into thin threads that were mercilessly pulled away.

Students, workers, white-collar workers, homeless people...

Countless vestiges of life force and negative emotions are being forcibly stripped from every living person in this city.

Ordinary people may only feel a sudden, inexplicable weakness, but little by little, it accumulates and gathers in the sky to form an ocean of despair.

And all the threads of this blood-red net ultimately point to one center.

The top floor of the Queen's Casino in the city center.

When Chen Guan's spiritual power touched that spot, it was instantly repelled by a domineering will.

He saw a blurry figure standing in the eye of the storm, arms outstretched, frantically devouring the emotions that had gathered from all over the city.

The leader of the cult, Blood Butcher, embraced by flesh and blood.

The whole plan came together and clearly appeared in Chen Guan's mind.

The death of Tanlang and the defeat of Qisha and Pojun completely enraged Xue Tu.

This madman wasn't going to wait any longer. He was going to use the lives and souls of millions of people in the city as fuel to forcibly complete his ritual and summon the demon that was deeply bound to their organization.

"We have to...stop him!"

Long Ao gritted his teeth, and golden dragon energy began to rise from his body. But as soon as he activated his power, he felt a tearing pain, and the dragon energy instantly dissipated, causing him to stagger.

The White Tiger's power saved his life and sealed most of the raging dragon blood essence within him. His current strength is forcibly suppressed to the fourth tier, and recovery will be a long and gradual process.

Chen Guan grabbed his shoulder.

"Don't move."

His voice was calm, devoid of any emotion.

"If you rush out now, you won't even make a ripple; you'll just become a sacrifice in his ritual."

"What can we do? Just watch him destroy the whole city?" Long Ao was anxious. He grabbed Chen Guan's arm: "You must have a way, right? You must have a backup plan!"

[Yeah, Coffin Bro, stop hiding, hurry up and call for backup!]

[Hilarious! Long Ao has already reached an invincible conclusion with his unparalleled wisdom: just ask Chen Guan directly.]

If I encountered someone this calm, I would definitely ask for help too. I can tell who the powerful person is at a glance.

Chen Guan looked at the analysis in the comments section, but his heart remained unmoved.

A second move?

His biggest backup plan is Baal, but summoning Baal is not that simple. Even if Baal makes a move, the commotion would be too great, which does not conform to his principle of developing in a low-key manner. The last person to summon Baal in full view of everyone was Guan Jinyue.

Her fate is clear to all.

He will not follow in her footsteps.

Chen Guan's gaze fell on the black coffin behind him.

A crazy idea sprouted from the deepest part of my heart without warning and grew wildly at an unstoppable speed.

What is Blood Butcher doing?

He is collecting negative emotions.

He collected a vast amount of emotions, hoping to use them as a key to open a door to the abyss.

that……

What if these emotions didn't flow into the abyss?

What if this key doesn't open the gate to the abyss, but something else entirely?

For example... a coffin.

Chen Guan's heart was pounding violently.

His true form is currently sleeping in a coffin.

He painstakingly increased his popularity points, all so that one day he could awaken his true form.

But how long would it take him to accumulate enough popularity points to awaken the main character?

One year? Ten years?

After waking up, how will the original body cope with this dangerous world?

Now, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity is before us.

A gluttonous feast hosted by an eighth-tier powerhouse, with the entire city's million inhabitants as sacrifices.

Blood Butcher worked hard as a cook and prepared all the dishes.

Why can't I be the one sitting at the table?

The dove occupies the magpie's nest.

He crowned his true form with a blood-slaughtering ritual.

Once successful, his true form will ascend to the heavens in one step, and he will have no more worries.

If it fails...

"Based on the experience of this system, the worst-case scenario is that the main body is contaminated, requiring a sufficient amount of popularity points to purchase the special medicine needed for purification."

See? The worst outcome is just spending more money.

"You're right."

Chen Guan suddenly spoke, interrupting Long Ao's anxiety.

He looked at Long Ao with a light in his eyes that Long Ao had never seen before.

"We should stop him."

This is an opportunity.

An opportunity that belongs to me.

[Here it comes! Coffin Bro is about to make his move! I knew it!]

Why was our Brother Ao banned again? When will his Tier 6 strength be restored?

Why does Coffin Bro's smile seem a bit creepy? Is he planning to devour that Blood Butcher?

[Mr. Mads: Thinking about me?]

Chen Guan ignored Long Ao and the barrage of comments.

Queen's Casino.

It was precisely what he sensed with his spiritual power—the eye of the storm.

"I'll clean up this mess..."

As Chen Guan pondered the words the white tiger had spoken before disappearing, a rough outline of a plan rapidly took shape in his mind.

Since Baihu knew about the ritual, he couldn't just sit idly by. The Guiyuan Group and the Great Wall would definitely have a response. They couldn't possibly be completely unaware of something that Baihu could sense.

What he needed to do was not to stop the ritual.

Instead, they went to intercept it.

He stood up, dusted himself off, and prepared to set off.

"Where to?" Long Ao asked weakly.

"Go to the center of the banquet and grab the head seat."