Liu Yiren flew forward with a calm expression. It had been a while since he had entered the blood Realm of hell. Back then, he had fallen into someone's trap and was brought to the blood Realm of hell. Only after he had arrived there did he understand the meaning of despair.
There was nothing in the blood Realm except for the Blood River. The Blood River was still consuming their spiritual Qi. Although they could replenish some, the spiritual Qi would never be consumed as fast. Most importantly, no formation could work in the blood Realm. If you wanted to get out of there, you had to break the seal, which no one could break.
