The blood-colored creek flows gently, stretching into the distance with no end in sight.
Inside, it's not clear whether it's Monster Blood or Human Blood flowing.
The stones on the creek banks, soaked in blood for years, have become covered in a layer of dried blood paste, showing a bizarre black-red color.
There are also Monster Beasts' bones around, with bite marks on them, as if chewed by someone or something unknown.
These bones, scattered on both sides, piled together, look like a White Bone riverbank.
Mo Hua and Xun Ziyou's gazes were somewhat heavy.
Such a large number of Monster Bones indicates that a vast number of Monster Beasts died here.
Likewise, this also implies that the Monster Cultivators hidden here probably aren't just a small number.
Immediately, a doubt arose in both of their hearts simultaneously:
Where did these Monster Cultivators come from?
Mo Hua glanced at Xun Ziyou, who had a furrowed brow, and asked in a low voice:
