The night was silent as everyone was deep in their own thoughts.
All of a sudden, Shen Yanxiao sensed a strange aura mixed with the evening breeze.
"There's blood." Shen Yanxiao suddenly stood up.
The others immediately became vigilant.
During these past five days, they had not seen any other living beings other than the merfolks.
Thus, the smell of blood in the air at night had pushed their nerves to the limit.
"There's blood? I don't smell it." Qian Yuan was somewhat puzzled, but he still maintained his vigilance.
They were still in the area occupied by Long Yan, and it would be troublesome if they were to encounter his subordinates.
"Very faint, over there." Shen Yanxiao narrowed her eyes. Even though dragons were powerful, their sense of smell was not too developed. The elvish bloodline in Shen Yanxiao's body had completely awakened and she was also a herbalist, so her perception of scent was very keen.
