"Find two more helpers?"

"But Hades is nearly invincible in Europe now, the only Evil God who can face him is also his friend. Where are we supposed to find help?"

Kars and two others were puzzled, feeling rather baffled.

Upon hearing this, a trace of sarcasm flashed in Morren’s eyes as he said, "Calling you stupid, you really are stupid. Why look for help elsewhere? Isn’t this Ancestor Blood Pool right before our eyes able to help us?"

"In that world, besides me, there are seven more people."

Upon hearing his words, the three of Kars were jolted, their faces instantly turning pale.

Ultimately, it was Bart who summoned his courage and said, "Great Lord Morren, although there are still seven lords sleeping in the Blood Pool, but, but we don’t have that many offerings."

"Perhaps we should wait until we prepare the sacrifices next time, how about awakening the other seven lords then?"

Upon hearing his words, Morren curled his lips, then sneered, "Why wait until next time? You can wait, but Hades won’t. My resurrection news won’t take long before she will discover it."

"If we don’t gather helpers quickly, not only will I die, but you too."

"Don’t say I didn’t give you chances, pick two people yourselves, I just need two more to be able to deal with Hades."

Morren’s words instantly plummeted Kars and the others’ hearts to the depths.

In their eyes flashed a trace of despair.

They didn’t think wrong, Morren really wanted to use them as sacrifices.

No one wants to die, and Kars is no exception.

Having painstakingly cultivated to the Martial Saint Realm, becoming elders of the Blood Clan, they have a long and brilliant life ahead of them. Letting themselves be sacrificed and dying like this, they wouldn’t resign themselves to fate.

However, while the three hesitated, Morren directly started counting down: "Three, two..."

His voice was like a death knell.

Kars and the others nearly went crazy, but even so, they couldn’t decide on the final choice.

"One!"

"Time’s up!"

"Since you can’t decide who to pick as a sacrifice, let me choose for you!"

With a sinister smile, Morren cast an invisible energy which instantly enveloped Bart and Batty. Despite their desperate struggles and pleas, they couldn’t escape their sacrificial fate.

Thump~

The sound of two splashes rang out, and Bart and Batty were thrown into the Blood Pool by Morren.

The fortunate survivor, Kars, now could only watch as his companions were sacrificed, feeling indescribably complex. He didn’t know whether to feel lucky or sorrowful...

Morren paid no attention to this lucky person, his gaze fully concentrated on the Blood Pool.

As a former Netherworld King, he too knows the Sacrifice Technique.

As Bart and Batty’s bodies were consumed by the Blood Pool, the energy within the pool grew violently turbulent once more. The pool started forming two whirlpools.

"This power is truly intoxicating."

"It’s a pity though, this power is like a thorny rose, seemingly beautiful but hiding danger. Without the Sacrifice Technique, I’d probably be trapped in the Blood Pool forever."

Recalling the times of confinement, a cold glint flashed in Morren’s eyes.

Meanwhile, the energy of the Blood Pool reached its peak.

The blood within the pool was nearly dried up.

As the energies were absorbed by Bart and Batty’s bodies, two powerful souls entered their bodies immediately. Once the violent energy dissipated, the two bodies suspended above the Blood Pool opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

Simultaneously, two powerful auras erupted within the ice-cold palace!

"Noah, Lancelot!"

"Welcome back from Hell, returning to Heaven!"

Morren stood nearby, arms spread wide, welcoming the two as the host.

Upon hearing these names, Kars, he trembled once more, full of awe and reverence.

Because these two were also ancestors of the Blood Clan!

They were Netherworld Kings just like Morren!

"I finally left that damned place! Haha! Morren, well done!" Noah clenched his fist energetically, excitedly, "Our bond was so deep, you’ve saved us first-hand!"

Lancelot licked his lips, saying, "It’s been so many years? I almost forgot how fragrant and sweet the outside air smells. But speaking of this, what’s wrong with this body? It only has an Early Stage Martial Saint realm? It’s too weak and can’t carry my full power."

Feeling his dissatisfaction, a hint of contempt flashed in Morren’s eyes.

But he concealed it well, showing no abnormality to these two, "This is just a temporary body for you, haven’t you noticed my body is the same as yours?"

"Being able to leave that place alive is already very good, don’t ask for too much right now."

Hearing this, Lancelot sighed and said, "You’re quite right, but I’m still not used to this body, it’s too weak. In my past, one finger could crush this body into pulp."

"Lancelot, you’re as greedy as ever," Noah replied disdainfully, "In this regard, you should learn from me. Just leaving that horrible place already satisfies me."

Lancelot snorted, ignoring him, "Morren, who is this guy kneeling?"

Upon hearing his words, Morren spoke up, "I don’t know his name either, but he awakened me. Without him and his companions, neither I nor you three could leave that awful place."

"Kid, you’re good," Noah said with a hint of appreciation, "Once we leave here, I’ll reward you well."

Kars smiled bitterly inside, not daring to speak.

He only hoped the three ancestors before him wouldn’t kill him, he would be very satisfied.

Morren seemed reluctant to chat longer, and said, "Let’s leave here quickly, within a short time, Hades will find out we’ve escaped."

"If you don’t want her to imprison us again, leave now."

Upon hearing him mention Hades.

Both Lancelot and Noah revealed a hint of apprehension.

The four then left the Ancestor Cave, their figures swiftly vanished into the boundless snowstorm!