"I smell that familiar bloody scent."
The Secret Mausoleum Hall was shrouded in ghosts, with a giant soul banner planted on the ground, countless ghost souls swarming around the hall.
The treasures on the altar pillars of this hall had been completely plundered.
Twelve armored giants were beaten to the point of shattered armor, kneeling on the ground.
White Crane True Man crushed the "Nine-Turned Cinnabar Pill" pill scavenged from the hall, a treasure long coveted by the Yin Mountain Evil Cultivators, absorbing even a single breath of blood aura can enhance the Divine Sea, with each turn doubling its value. At this moment, he didn't hesitate to throw out the elixir.
Dozens of Yin Mountain disciples darted back and forth in the blood mist blossoming from the broken Cinnabar Pill, ravenous.
For them, this was a once-in-a-lifetime fortune!
In the midst of the frenzy.
Ren Zhong frowned slightly, glancing toward the distant void darkness.
"Familiar bloody scent?"
