I jumped down from the Gale Beast and cut off the head of the flying beast, which was still writhing and flapping on the ground. To my surprise, however, the Gale Beast hadn't come for the meat. It kept licking the neck where I had severed it, greedily swallowing the blue blood without intending to eat even a bite of flesh.
Seeing this, I couldn't help falling into deep thought. Come to think of it, after running this stretch of road, I had also discovered the characteristics of this region: it had no water source, something humans absolutely couldn't do without! Even when I saw something resembling a river, it was merely a hot river of blue magma. Although approaching it didn't cause any burns, that didn't mean it was drinkable. It gave off the intense scent of Qiongtian energy, and I had no doubt that drinking it would kill me. In other words, these rivers were as good as nonexistent.
The soil could be eaten, but the water couldn't be drunk. This was indeed an extremely bizarre place.
How did ordinary people solve the problem of drinking water, then? The answer might lie in the blue blood of these ferocious beasts. I glanced at the two large water flasks still hanging from the Gale Beast. The young men from the Sheng Household hadn't taken them with them, probably because they thought things would be inconvenient for me alone, and that I would need water just as they did.
But after seeing what the Gale Beast had done, I no longer thought that way. I opened one of the flasks, which was still about half full, and sure enough, caught a faint whiff of blood. I poured some onto the ground, and it was indeed the blood of some kind