Within the Primitive Ancient Forest, the blood mist rose again. With the nourishment of the nearly a thousand ranger's flesh and blood, operated the grand formation again. All of a sudden, an eerie wind blew, plunging the entire Primitive Ancient Forest into a horrifying atmosphere.
"Hehe! Come! Come all of you! My grand formation needs your flesh and blood!"
A shadow emerged from a corner of the mist, holding a crystalline blood-red pill in his hand, his eyes emitted bloody lights. Looking towards the outside of the mist, he kept murmuring to himself.
"As expected of rangers risking their lives in the Great Wasteland, their strength is indeed better than those small tribal war soldiers. Mere thousands have once again granted me a blood pill, I hope you guys aren't too scared to return!"
