Although the underground space was pitch black, a green fluorescence flickered around the blood pool, making the atmosphere of the underground space even more eerie.
Ling Tian knew what this was. It was foxfire. The human body, especially the bones, contained a large amount of phosphorus. After death, these phosphorus elements would seep out of the corpse and float to the ground.
Because phosphorus has a very low ignition point and burns easily, it emits green light when it burns. This is what people call ghost fire!
At this moment, Ling Tian discovered that the building material used to construct this blood pool was actually bone powder ground from bones. The phosphorus emitted by these bone powders, burning slowly in the air, formed these eerie green lights.
The black man grabbed by the stitched monster had never seen anything like this. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.
The stitched monster had no mercy. It directly grabbed the black man, hooked his back with an iron hook from a nearby rack, and hung him directly on the rack.
Immediately after, the stitched monster took out a rusty long saber over a meter long and sliced open the man's thigh.
The femoral artery was severed, and blood spurted out instantly, flowing into the blood pool without a drop left.
Next, the remaining dozen or so people were also hung on the racks, their thighs cut open, and their blood flowed into the blood pool.
After doing all this, the stitched monster holding the long saber suddenly raised its head and let out a roar. At that moment, a figure appeared on the structure made of human bones!
This figure slowly descended the stairs and walked towards the blood pool.
Ling Tian did not use his Heavenly Eye ability to investigate this figure, as beings with powerful mental energy would sense it and expose Ling Tian's identity.
Ling Tian and A Li quietly watched the figure. They saw it step down from the structure on the pile of bones without making a sound, as if it had no weight at all.
It arrived at the edge of the blood pool, raised its head, and quietly observed the dying humans, as if appreciating a work of art.
As these humans lost more and more blood, the signs of life in their bodies gradually disappeared. At this moment, the figure took out a crystal skull!
This skull was made of crystal, completely transparent, and emitted an eerie glow under the illumination of the surrounding foxfire.
Soon, a weaker person died. Ling Tian saw that the soul of this person was absorbed into the crystal skull!
Then, the third person, the third person, and so on, died from excessive blood loss, their souls all absorbed by the dark figure with the crystal skull in its hand.
After a while, these dozen or so people all died, their souls entering the crystal skull. At this time, the crystal skull was swirling with colorful light!
The dark figure held up the crystal skull, as if admiring a beautiful work of art. Suddenly, the dark figure removed its hood, revealing its true face.
If Ling Tian had not been so experienced, anyone else seeing this scene suddenly would have likely died of a heart attack.
Beneath the hood was an ugly and ferocious face. It could be said to be a skull covered with pitch-black skin, looking incredibly eerie.
The black skin of the skull gleamed in the darkness, its texture resembling obsidian.
The dark figure picked up the crystal skull, facing it towards itself. Its nose was long gone, only two empty sockets remained. The dark figure aligned the empty sockets of its nose with the empty sockets of the crystal skull's nose and inhaled forcefully.
The multicolored flowing light within the crystal skull was rapidly absorbed into the dark figure's body.
The dark figure's body trembled continuously, letting out strange laughter. It seemed to be extremely comfortable, like being on drugs!
The identity of this dark figure was extraordinary. She was a witch, a witch who once struck terror into medieval Europe: Circe!
This witch was born a thousand years ago and lived in medieval Europe. She shared the same name as a daughter of a deity in Greek mythology, and similarly, both were skilled in dark magic.
The witch Circe was very powerful. With the help of herbs, she could cast spells and summon deities. She could transform people into animals, create illusions that did not exist, hide the moon and sun to plunge the earth into darkness, and poison her enemies...
No one knew how many people had died at this woman's hands. To kill this witch, the Church gathered all its high-end combat forces and set a trap to ambush the witch Circe. As a result, many were killed and injured, and the witch disappeared into the river of history.
No one knew where the witch had gone. Many speculated that the witch Circe had been killed by someone.
The truth was that during the battle with the Church, the witch Circe was severely injured. Before her death, she fled into her sanctuary, which was a tomb.
In the tomb, the witch Circe performed a secret ritual, transforming her body into a lich!
A lich is a form of undead, essentially similar to a zombie, but unlike a zombie, a lich possesses intelligence. Transforming into a lich not only preserves all memories from life but, theoretically, as long as it is not killed, a lich is immortal!
Furthermore, after a human transforms into a lich, their mental power increases dozens of times compared to their living state, and their body can accommodate several times more magical power.
In other words, becoming a lich allows one to transform into an even more powerful spellcaster.
Of course, although there are many benefits to becoming a lich, the price paid is also enormous.
Firstly, the lich's body is relatively weak. Its close-combat ability is not non-existent, but it is only slightly stronger than that of an ordinary person. Compared to a lich's powerful spellcasting abilities, its close-combat prowess is truly pathetic.
Another aspect, and the greatest price for transforming into a lich, is that they will live in darkness forever and dare not face the sunlight!
Additionally, things like silver bullets, holy water (water rich in silver ions), and fire can cause very serious damage to liches.
However, liches do not fear these things because not only are liches themselves powerful spellcasters, but they can also create various minions, such as the sheep-headed monsters outside, the faceless ones, and those stitched monsters!
Why did such a powerful witch come to the United States? It's a rather cliché story.