This seemed like blood spilling out from the body of a human Cultivator; though this blood was very pale, it nevertheless exuded an unparalleled aura of slaughter.
As if, within that blood, there was a bloodthirsty beast lurking.
Such a scene fell into Ye Feng's eyes, and was clearly sensed by him; the brows that had just loosened once more furrowed at this moment.
Though the degree of that frown was not that pronounced at the beginning.
It still actually made a wisp of crisis emerge in Ye Feng's heart.
This sense of crisis, at first, was not particularly strong, but after only half a breath of time passed, it brought Ye Feng a feeling of coldness.
His eyes narrowed, and he glanced at the white fish at his side. "Still a bit short."
Murmuring softly to himself, he continued to sit upright there; despite the crisis approaching at this moment, he still did not wish to give up everything before his eyes.
For he knew that once he gave up—
