Bright red blood was injected into the elderly man's body through capillaries, and his flesh and skin gradually became plump, and even his hair turned from white to black.

At the same time, strange blood-red patterns rapidly spread across the entire island, causing all the creatures on the island to become restless for no apparent reason.

The Zhao family members stared in astonishment at the blood-red patterns on the ground. The patterns resembled countless evil spirits pouncing on their prey, their fangs bared and mouths open, waiting for them.

A vine wrapped around the leg of the wood-element disciple, its tiny thorns seemingly coming to life, opening their little mouths and biting down hard. The wood-element disciple cried out, and the others watched in disbelief as the wood-element disciple was instantly drained of his life force and turned into a dried-up corpse before their very eyes.

"This...this..."

The scene before them terrified them. The Jin family member, his voice trembling, tried to ask what had happened.

The fire-elemental disciple, his face ashen, cursed:

"We've been tricked. That old bastard from the Ding family is playing us for a fool. He's sending us here to die."

The water-element disciple stammered:

"What...what do we do?"

"What should we do? Let's go back."

The fire-element disciple flicked his sleeves and charged towards the pool first.

The group followed him as they ran wildly back to the edge of the pool, splash, splash, splash... Ah!

The fire-element disciple screamed in agony, while the metal-element disciple, who was the slowest to run, was so frightened by what he saw that his legs went weak and he knelt down.

Countless swaying vines emerged from the water, wrapping the fire-element disciple who had jumped in first around like a giant silkworm, with blood seeping out of the cocoon.

Seeing that things were not going well, the other two turned to escape, but were dragged back by several thick vines.

Ah, ah... After several screams, there was silence.

With a series of spitting sounds, the large cocoon expelled the clothes, hair, and shoes from the group of people, leaving only a few specks of vibrant color on the surface of the water.

The Jin family's children had never seen anything like this before. They stumbled and ran out, shouting repeatedly:

"No, no, don't come any closer, don't, don't eat me..."

The reclusive elder of the Ding family let out a comfortable breath; the feeling of regaining his power was simply wonderful.

Although what he has now is less than one ten-thousandth of what he had back then, he is still very happy.

That small island was the sacrificial ground where he regained his strength.

There are three such sacrificial sites, and the small island is just one of them.

Yes, he is not from this world.

A thousand years ago, he was being hunted down by his enemies and suffered severe injuries. He accidentally escaped to this strange planet.

This place is too backward; it lacks anything that could help him return to his peak condition.

Not only did their bodies fail to recover, but they also grew increasingly weak due to the lack of supplies.

He tried every means possible, using his great supernatural powers, to establish three sacrificial sites.

Now, finally one of the sacrificial sites has reached saturation, allowing some of the supernatural abilities to be restored.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

No one knew what happened at the sacrificial site except him.

In his eyes, Pei Nansheng, Zuo Ling, and the like were nothing more than his energy bars.

He licked his lips, a metallic taste of blood spreading in his mouth, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Not bad, the taste is good."

He then shook his head, "Not enough, still not enough."

The air currents swirled between his palms, and more fine threads flew out from the heart-shaped object.