Little Gold glanced at the direction the young man was pointing at.
"These humans," it said, "In the Blood Spirit Secret Realm, they are supposed to fight the Blood Spirit Clan, but instead they're killing each other. How pathetic!"
Ye Chen looked into the depths and shook his head helplessly.
Their eyes were blinded by profit, and would go to any lengths to improve their strength.
"Let's go!"
The pair instantly headed toward the west.
Ye Chen did not know if Ye Lingtian was injured. However, since he was the one who wanted Ye Lingtian to enter this place, he naturally had to ensure Ye Lingtian's safety.
Deep in the west of the Blood Spirit Secret Realm, corpses were strewn everywhere, and blood flowed like a river.
A long-haired young man sat on the pile of corpses.
The young man was holding a jade flute in his hand and carrying a sword on his waist. He was playing a bleak tune.
