Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.
The separate courtyard where Shen Yan stayed was not far from the Cold Pool.
The three of them were enjoying a drink when suddenly, a scream echoed throughout the entire Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.
All three were taken aback at the same moment.
Xiao Yi's face turned pale in an instant, "Not good, the Ink Jiao has met with trouble…"
"What?"
Yang Ling stood up abruptly, his wine cup falling to the ground.
Shen Yan's face was also unsightly, as he gritted his teeth, "It indeed came from the direction of the Cold Pool, let's hurry over and have a look!"
The three of them flew through the air.
By the time they arrived at the Cold Pool, they saw a figure escaping through the sky from afar, which made Xiao Yi slightly frown, "Is it him?"
However, the distance was already too great.
They simply could not catch up with that person.
As Xiao Yi and the others descended into the Cold Pool, blood was everywhere, the whole Cold Pool was a sea of blood red.
