Xu De had just finished speaking when the terrifying entities within the Abyss seemed to catch the scent of fresh flesh, eager to devour it. However, deterred by the demonic shadow on the altar, they refrained from making a move.

The mere aura of these entities almost scared Xu De's soul out of his body.

At this moment, the blood threads began to appear around him once more. Perhaps due to being deep within the Abyss, the formation of these blood threads was extremely slow.

Xu De knew that if these blood threads wrapped around him, he would be transported back. By then, if he ran out of points, he would be in debt, and if he exhausted his debt, he would truly be done for.