Wild Dogs

Upon seeing this, the blood servants were immediately thrown into a panic.

"Sir, should we step back for now?"

One of the blood servants swallowed hard, instinctively wanting to back away.

The man in black robes snorted coldly.

"Retreat? Retreat for what? Without my order, if you dare to retreat, I will kill you without mercy!"

However, the blood servants still retreated in fear, completely ignoring his orders.

Upon seeing this, the man in black robes suddenly tore off his clothes, revealing a blood-red body.

Judging from the blood color, there were also some tentacle-like things wriggling on the body.

It looked like something was trying to pop out from under his skin.

The surrounding blood servants were terrified and were about to scatter and flee.

The man in black robes casually ripped off the human skin covering his body.

The human skin then split in two, and a middle-aged man emerged from it. Seeing the blood servants around him fleeing frantically, he grinned maliciously.

"Where do you think you're going? Come back here!"

The middle-aged man made a grabbing motion from a distance, and a whirlwind of spiritual energy swept out, forcibly pulling the four people back.

He then raised his hand and threw the four men directly into the lake of blood.

"Hehe, since you four aren't obediently following my orders and are willing to die, then I'll give you a hand."

Upon hearing this, Yang Fan, who was hiding in the shadows, immediately tensed up.

Clearly, this middle-aged man from the Blood Witch Sect had intended to throw the four Blood Servants into the Blood Lake from the very beginning.

"My lord, spare me! Spare me!"

The four people let out a piercing scream.

The middle-aged man burst into laughter.

"Spare me?"

"It is your good fortune to be food for this blood python."

"You were already poisoned with voodoo, so you weren't going to live much longer anyway."

"Today, you will use your lives to do your last bit of strength for my Blood Witch Sect."

The four people were thrown into the lake, and the blood python immediately became ferocious, pouncing forward and tearing at them wildly.

Yang Fan, watching from the shadows, was horrified.

He never expected that the man in black robes was actually a Foundation Establishment cultivator. He had obviously concealed his cultivation aura by wearing a specially made human skin, which allowed him to blend into the Blood Servants without being detected by people from other sects.

The Blood Witch Sect has such bizarre methods that it is truly impossible to guard against them.

Moreover, judging from what this middle-aged man said, these blood servants were originally pawns used for sacrifice, and their bodies had long been infected with voodoo.

After the blood python swallowed the four people, dense crimson patterns appeared on its body. These patterns instantly transformed into blood-red shackles, tightly binding the python's body.

The giant python immediately roared to the sky, then pounced on the middle-aged man like a madman. This startled the middle-aged man, who took several steps back.

At the same time, the blood-red shackles tightly bound the giant python, preventing it from breaking free in the slightest. This was clearly due to the combined effects of voodoo and witchcraft.

The venom inside the giant python rendered it immobile, and witchcraft further bound it completely.

Moments later, the giant python crashed to the ground, splashing blood across the lake.

"You beast, the people of my Blood Witch Sect are not so easy to eat."

The man in black robes chuckled sinisterly, then leaped into the lake, plunging headfirst into the blood-soaked water.

The giant python lay limp to the side, unable to move, and could only watch helplessly as its opponent sank to the bottom of the lake.

Only after the man in black robes had completely disappeared from the lake surface did Yang Fan cautiously approach the shore.

Looking at the torn human skin on the ground, Yang Fan felt a chill run down his spine. This thing could completely conceal the aura of a cultivator; it was truly bizarre.

Yang Fan shook his head and was about to dive into the lake when a strong sense of alarm suddenly arose in his heart, and he quickly dodged back behind the rocks.

Before long, two Blood Servants slowly approached.

Seeing that the giant python had been subdued, the two men exchanged a glance, knowing that someone had already sneaked in first.

"The troublesome guy is already inside, but it doesn't matter. Anyway, the blood python has been eliminated, so let's get moving."

As soon as they finished speaking, green smoke suddenly rose around them, and their bodies twisted and changed in a few breaths, transforming into two old men.

One of the old men stretched his limbs, glanced at the blood python beside him, and a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"We were wondering how to get rid of this blood python, but since someone has taken care of the problem for us beforehand, it's actually a good thing. We can just go in with them, and the stuff will still be ours."

Another elderly man next to him smiled and nodded.

"That's right. As the saying goes, 'The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.' Let's be the oriole."

Then the old man stared intently at the blood lake in front of him.

"We need to hurry. The possession technique has a time limit. If we can't get the item before the possession ends, this plan will be wasted. Let's get going."

As soon as they finished speaking, the two of them jumped into the blood lake, and not a single ripple appeared on the surface of the lake.

Yang Fan did not act rashly. People from the Blood Witch Sect and the Blood Yin Sect had already infiltrated, and he planned to observe for a while longer.

After confirming that no other forces were approaching, Yang Fan tiptoed to the lakeside.

The blood lake was bottomless, and the people who had previously sneaked in had long since disappeared.

However, Yang Fan did not rush in.

Fearing that other sects might be secretly sabotaging things, he patiently waited around for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Seeing that no one was approaching, Yang Fan hesitated before finally approaching the lakeside.

"Master, there's no need to wait any longer. The other sects shouldn't be coming. This time, only the Blood Witch Sect and the Blood Infant Sect want to seize the treasures below. Let's make our move quickly."

Zhou Peng said eagerly.

Yang Fan glanced at Zhou Peng and shook his head slightly.

"What's the rush? What if other people infiltrate? Wouldn't it be better to let them fight it out among themselves and then reap the benefits?"

Zhou Peng was speechless.

He hurriedly and humbly spoke to Yang Fan.

"Yes, Master, you are right."

After waiting for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and making sure no one else would come, Yang Fan finally walked to the lakeside.

At this point, the blood python had completely lost consciousness.

Those witchcraft spells were truly powerful, forming a dense net around it, completely rendering it powerless to resist.

Seeing this, Yang Fan thought for a moment.

He shook the King's Banner forcefully.

Then the King's Banner wrapped around his body.

Yang Fan then leaped into the blood lake.

Although this blood lake is strange, the King's Banner is no ordinary thing.

With Wang Fan protecting him, he should be fine.

After a while, Yang Fan had already dived into the lake.

He then immediately looked around, trying to find the whereabouts of those people.

After looking for a long time, Yang Fan found nothing.

Those people had clearly already dived to the depths of the blood lake.

Moreover, because the lake was blood-red, he could only see very close up.

Therefore, Yang Fan could only tentatively use his divine soul to explore his surroundings.

However, his spiritual sense was not strong enough, and he failed to detect any clues.

Just then, Zhou Peng suddenly spoke.

"Master, they are below, about a hundred feet away, where there is a restriction."