Ye Dun looked at the bloody lake. While the bloody shadow disappeared, the bloody whirlpool began to split. Su Ruoying was suspended in mid-air, covered with a faint light, as if performing some kind of ceremony.

See, leaf dust also put down the stone in the heart.

The bloody figure looks harmless, probably related to the blood race, but what he said makes Ye Dun even more doubtful.

Saints are also saints.

Ye Dun scratched his head somewhat helplessly. Since he met the old man, it seems that he has been involved in the torrent of history, including saints, blood, dragons, and variants.

All of a sudden, these miscellaneous things...