As Zhao Feng entered the cave, he immediately felt cold.
As he went deeper, the cave grew roomier. There were some deadly beasts and wild beasts inside the cave, but they were all weak. As he could see them from a distance, he used his silver bow to pick them off.
When they got close, he would use his new curved blade. The blade would easily slice through the deadly beasts.
Soon, a blood-red rock wall appeared and under the red rock wall, there was a blood-red pond. From time to time, there were bubbles popping on the surface of the pond. Zhao Feng didn’t know what the red liquid was, but he felt that its aura was similar to that of the python.
“Blood plant, Blood Spirit Grass, Blood Bamboo rock…three hundred years old, five hundred years old, one thousand years old…,” Zhao Feng laughed as his eyes rested upon the red rock.
