Accompanied by screams, everyone instinctively shifted their gaze from the blood moon in the sky to the thousand-meter-high altar below.
The altar that was once calm, had now plunged into extreme chaos.
Standing at the top, among the Hall Rank members of the Moon Spirit Clan who had won their place in the Spirit Moon Festival, approximately one-tenth of the members were painfully rolling on the ground, wailing, while the other members retreated in terror to the edges of the altar, looking at these abnormal kin.
Qin Chuan and Lin Yue stood up simultaneously, their expressions solemn as they looked at the altar.
With just one glance, they recognized familiar figures among the wailing Moon Spirits.
The petite Pei Ma'er curled up beneath the beautiful dress specifically worn for the Spirit Moon Festival, kneeling on the ground in pain, trembling continuously.
