If Lin Feng were here, he would certainly recognize among those corpses two familiar faces—Leng Yunfeng from Wuning Country and Jia Yuanji, the Third Prince from Dongsheng Country.
All the corpses had their chests ripped open and their abdomens split; some had long since bled out, becoming mummified, while others had died recently, their crimson blood ceaselessly flowing into the Blood Pool, making the scene extraordinarily brutal.
In the midst of the Blood Pool, a considerable amount of blood had already gathered, churning incessantly. At the center of the blood, a person was sitting cross-legged.
This was a young man around the age of seventeen or eighteen, with a pale complexion and rather handsome looks. However, he had a head of blood-red hair, strikingly conspicuous, even to the extent where his eyebrows were of the same blood-red color, giving off an eerie and sinister sensation.
