The group of Martial Cultivators filed in one after another, plunging into the sea of blood mist in the footsteps of the middle-aged Daoist priest who had gone before.
Yet Shen Xiu, watching this scene from not far away outside, felt a sense of puzzlement.
When the last of them had entered and the area outside was deserted, Shen Xiu vaulted off a giant boulder and approached the bizarre blood mist.
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