Huff!
When they approached the blood-colored mountain peak, a scarlet bolt streaked across the sky. It looked like a beam of blood, but even more, it looked like the pupil of the god of death. A terrifying sight that could make one's heart tremble.
Not only the toad, Ying Xiaoxiao, and Ying Zhexian, but even Chu Feng was feeling nervous, hesitating as they walked along the road. This area was truly too dangerous.
It was possible that if they took one wrong step, then they would be trapped forever. If they were struck by a sanguineous bolt of lightning, their body and soul would be entirely destroyed. In this yang-filled world, their natural instinct was restrained by all kinds of things.
It was very quiet on the wasteland. Only in this area was the silence occasionally broken by a bolt of lightning and the echo of its thunder.
Chu Feng stopped and pondered for a long time, not daring to tread forward carelessly.
