Li Qingshan stood on the head of the ferocious beast, his gaze lowered.

At the moment the suited middle-aged man breathed his last, his skin shriveled and wrinkled at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if an invisible presence was continuously devouring his flesh and blood.

Even the head of the ferocious beast beneath his feet was left with only a dried-out scalp.

"The sacrifice speed has increased..."