Fang Lin stood by a lake, completely stunned, his eyes were glued to the view in front of him.
He was so fixated on it because this lake was exceptionally unusual.
This lake was filled with an intensely strong odor of blood, and the lake water was bright red in color.
This was a blood lake!
A lake made up of fresh blood, everywhere he looked was the color of blood red, the stinging smell of blood enough to make him dizzy.
Unexpectedly, Fang Lin found such an uncanny lake in the border area of Qian Country.
Quickly, Fang Lin thought of something, and he turned his gaze to the distance. As expected, at the end of the lake, there stood a mountain peak that seemed desolate.
"Could this place be the Ghost Mountain Blood Lake, one forbidden area in Qian Country?" Fang Lin murmured to himself, with a faintly furrowed brow.
