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The blood mist inside was thicker than expected.

The first two kilometers after the earthworm burrowed in were alright, with visibility barely reaching a hundred meters.

As you venture deeper, your mental energy feels like it's been filled with lead; it dissipates after being pushed out ten meters.

Lin Feng frowned slightly.

He activated the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts, and the moment the golden vertical pupil in his left eye lit up, his vision changed.

The blood mist was no longer a chaotic mass.

All the red air currents have a direction.

It flows from all directions, from the blood vessels remaining in the corpses of every strange beast.

Heading in the same direction.

northwest.

This isn't naturally occurring miasma; something is drawing it out.

The effect of the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts at max level was even stronger than Lin Feng had predicted.

Not only does it penetrate the blood mist, but it also reveals the flow rate, concentration, and source distribution of blood and qi.

Beneath their feet, the Netherworld Dragon's body began to tremble slightly.

It's not fear.

It's restlessness.

A kind of irritability that arises instinctively from suppressed blood.

Its head swayed back and forth incessantly, its breathing was heavy, and a dark purple light flickered deep in its throat.

There is something ahead that can suppress the bloodline of dragons.

Lin Feng patted the dragon's horns.

"Stay calm."

The earth dragon grunted and barely calmed down.

Keep going.

At the third kilometer mark, the Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts detected a dense array of life signals ahead.

Fourteen.

not human.

Red-backed Demon Ape.

A-level alien beast horde.

They emerged from the blood mist without a sound. Fourteen ape-like creatures, each over three meters tall, formed a fan shape, their fur bristling, and they growled softly.

Not right.

Lin Feng glanced at the demonic ape that was closest to him.

Its eyes are black, empty and lifeless.

The body's Qi and blood are also abnormal.

There are two layers.

One layer is the demonic ape itself; it's thin and almost dry.

The other layer is foreign, thick, and flows slowly in the blood vessels, carrying a putrid, fishy smell.

It felt like I was possessed by something.

Raymond Lam did not dismount.

A thought crossed my mind.

The Netherworld Dragon opened its mouth, and dark purple dragon breath spewed out from deep within its throat.

A fan-shaped purple flame swept across.

The seven demonic apes in the front row instantly turned into dust.

The dragon's breath was too hot; the A-level beast's body couldn't withstand it. Before it could even scream, it turned into black scorch marks on the ground.

[Ding! Slayed the A-rank alien beast, the Red-backed Demon Ape, gaining 10000 Martial Arts Points!]

[Ding! Slayed the A-rank alien beast, the Red-backed Demon Ape, gaining 10000 Martial Arts Points!]

......

The remaining seven charged up from both flanks.

Thirty-six Starfall Nine Tribulation Blades shot out from Lin Feng's sleeves, the silver flying knives drawing seven arcs in the blood mist.

The heads of the seven demonic apes fell to the ground simultaneously.

The headless body took two more steps forward before collapsing.

Lin Feng noticed a detail.

After the demon ape died, the contaminated blood inside its body flowed out of the wound but did not seep into the soil.

Blood was crawling on the ground.

They crawled along small puddles, heading northwest.

It felt like something was being sucked in.

Lin Feng retrieved the flying knife and urged the earth dragon to continue forward.

We walked another two kilometers.

The terrain suddenly subsided.

A cliff appeared in the distance.

Below the cliff, an altar came into view.

Lin Feng's eyelid twitched.

The materials used for the altar are very special.

The base is made of the skeleton of a strange beast, layered on top of each other, including the spine, ribs, and skull, stacked up to five or six meters high.

The gaps between the bones were filled with congealed black blood, and the surface was also studded with many human warriors' weapons, broken swords and daggers, scattered here and there.

Twelve bone pillars stand in the center of the altar.

A person was tied to a bone pillar.

Lin Feng used his mental power to push it forward.

Five people.

Wearing the gray combat uniform of the Western Military District, his body was covered with bone nails, and his limbs were chained to a pillar with bone chains.

The altar is slowly drawing out the vital energy and blood.

The one tied to the topmost pillar is the largest, with short hair and an old scar on his chin.

still alive.

His mouth wasn't gagged, and he continued to curse intermittently.

"...Damn it, if I'm going to die, I'll die standing up."

His voice was very soft, and his breath was incredibly weak, but he was still cursing.

Dozens of strange beasts were lying on the ground around the altar.

All are Grade A.

Like the berserk demonic apes we'd encountered before, it had black eyes and lay quietly in the blood mist, like a sentinel given a command.

Lin Feng controlled the earth dragon to circle around the top of the cliff.

He roughly figured out the structure of the altar.

The twelve bone pillars are the core of the formation, the base is for storing energy, and the surrounding mythical beasts are the watchdogs.

Blood and qi are drawn from the living person, channeled along the bone pillars into the base, and then transported from the base along the earth's veins to a deeper part of the core area.

A complete blood supply chain.

Someone is raising something deep within the core area, using the life force of living people and strange beasts.

The earth dragon swooped down from the cliff.

The wind pressure tore a slit open in the blood mist.

The short-haired man tied to the pillar looked up and saw a giant dragon descending from the sky, and a man carrying a gun on the dragon's back.

His face did not show any sign of being rescued.

He opened his mouth with all his might and managed to utter a single word.

"run!"

The sound cracked, but it was still very clear.

"The altar will attract a beast horde! Don't come down! There are things inside that can devour the lifeblood of a Martial Saint! Run!"

Lin Feng heard it.

The earth dragon landed thirty meters outside the altar, its four claws gripping the ground, its tail whipping up a pile of rubble.

All the strange beasts that were lying on the ground stood up.

Forty or fifty of them, their black eyes all turned toward the earth dragon and Lin Feng.

Lin Feng looked down at the person on the pillar.

"From the western border?"

The short-haired man paused for a moment, then nodded. "The Western Frontier, Qin Lie. Where are you from?"

"The North".

Qin Lie's lips trembled slightly. "The Northern Territory? Weren't you over at the swamp? How did you get to the core area? Are you crazy?"

"Do you still have your points cards?"

Qin Lie was stunned again.

"I'm asking if your points card is still there."

"In...in the inner pocket of my chest."

"OK."

Lin Feng jumped off the dragon's back.

He twirled the crimson spear halfway in his hand, the tip pointing downwards.

Qin Lie grew anxious. "Listen to me! The altar's bone pillars have a blood-bone barrier that even a peak Martial Venerable couldn't break through! The five of us have been fighting for two hours straight and still haven't..."

Lin Feng didn't let him finish speaking.

Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear charges up.

The first move of the "Great Wilderness Subduing Dragon Style": Azure Dragon Emerges from the Sea.

A crimson-gold spear aura exploded from the spear tip, a six-meter-wide pillar of energy heading straight for the core of the altar.

A dark red barrier shone on the surface of the bone pillars of the altar.

The barrier is thick and dense.

The spear struck it with a loud thud.

The barrier shook.

It's not broken.

Qin Lie stood on the pillar, his face filled with shock.

But the next second, his expression froze.

Thirty-six Starfall Nine Tribulation Blades fanned out from behind Lin Feng, and the silver flying knives formed a strangulation array in mid-air, simultaneously cutting into the connection points of the bone pillar from twelve different angles.

at the same time.

The mouth of the Netherworld Dragon opened.

A dark purple dragon's breath blasted in from the side, striking the southeast corner of the altar base.

Triple attack.

In an instant.

Click.

The first bone column cracked.

Qin Lie's eyeballs were about to pop out.

Once the bone column cracked, a gap appeared in the barrier.

Lin Feng has already fired his second shot.

The spear tip pierced through the gap, and crimson-gold energy penetrated the core of the altar.

boom.

The entire altar exploded from the middle.

Bone fragments and black blood splattered outwards as the five people tied to the pillar collapsed and fell to the ground.

Without the enhancement of the array, the bone chains and bone nails became ordinary broken bones.

Qin Lie fell hard.

He lay on the ground, still completely dazed.

Two hours.

The five of them took turns hitting for two hours, but they didn't even wear down a layer of the barrier.

This hothead from the North came at me with a series of punches, and I was taken down in less than ten seconds.

The forty or fifty berserk beasts lying around them lost control.

A chaotic light flashed in their black eyes, and then they began to dart around.

Lin Feng didn't let them scatter.

The Eyes of All Beasts are fully activated.

Golden vertical pupils swept across the entire basin.

The max-level Eye of Ten Thousand Beasts has an overwhelming suppressive effect on the consciousness of A-level alien beasts.

The forty or fifty strange beasts paused for a beat in unison under the mental shockwave.

Just this one shot.

The tail of the Netherworld Dragon swept across.

The dragon's body, over a hundred meters long, spun halfway around, its tail lashing out at the horde of beasts with terrifying force.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

More than twenty strange beasts were smashed into mincemeat.

The rest are still struggling.

Thirty-six throwing knives followed.

Silver specks of light weaved through the blood mist, each arc taking a life.

Fifteen seconds.

The basin fell silent.

The points on the system panel are increasing.

The interference from the blood mist caused the external light screen signal to be intermittent, and the score numbers jumped up in fits and starts.

Lin Feng ignored the points.

He walked to the ruins of the altar, squatted down, and rummaged through the pile of broken bones.

After the base exploded, something was revealed among the fragments.

Half a fragment of a map.

The material is not paper; it looks like some kind of animal hide.

Most of the ink on it has become blurred, but three characters are still legible.

Zhenlongtai.