Feng Qingxue was very powerful, but the mountain was very vast. There were countless Dragons living on it, and they kept charging toward Feng Qingxue. Feng Qingxue wanted to reach the top, but she was very slow. She often had to kill many Dragons in a row before she could advance more than ten meters.
Every time a Dragon beast was killed, a wisp of blood Qi would fly up to the top of the mountain.
Lu Ming followed the direction where the blood Qi was gathering and finally discovered that there was an altar in the middle of the mountain peak. The blood Qi was all flying towards the altar.
Lu Ming walked over and noticed that there was a drop of blood floating in the middle of the altar. The vital energy and blood were all gathered in this drop of blood.
Roar!
