The Sea of Blood was endless, as if it had no bounds, harboring infinite killing intent.
The dark red blood surged fiercely, and within it, ominous faces loomed, appearing to want to devour all beings stepping into the Sea of Blood.
From time to time, pitch-black shadows swam beneath the surface, resembling fearsome creatures.
Yet in the face of the Sea of Blood, Chu Nan remained unmoved, but when he looked at Jiang Meier, his expression was one of vigilance.
"Hall Master Zhao Shibang of the Ninth Hall, what a coincidence~" Jiang Meier said with a charming smile, stepping gracefully and approaching Chu Nan, soon by his side, "I didn't expect to meet you here; it's truly my fortune."
"In fact, I adore Martial Artists like you who cultivate the Corpse Dao; there's always something particularly intriguing about your aura."
"So, would you like to join me from here on?"
