"Brother Shi, judging by your expression, don't tell me you came back empty-handed?"
After returning to the group, Han Li immediately noticed Shi Chuankong's grim expression and could not help asking.
"Ah, my luck was truly terrible. I did not even see a single Sulfur Flame Blood Cloud, so I never had a chance to fight for one."
Shi Chuankong sighed and shook his head as he transmitted his voice.
"Did Fang Chan and the others also gain nothing?"
Han Li's gaze shifted as he asked casually.
"Mm, they were the same as me. But the four city lords, the Zhu siblings, and that Shao Ying each obtained at least one Sulfur Flame Blood Cloud."
It would have been one thing if there had only been a few Sulfur Flame Blood Clouds, but so many people had now encountered such fortune. No wonder Shi Chuankong felt so miserable.
Han Li merely nodded slightly at this, but he had already formed a plan in his heart.
Once everyone had returned, E Kuai immediately increased their pace.
Thus, after they traveled for over another hour, the surrounding blood mist finally disappeared completely.
The view ahead suddenly opened up, revealing an unbroken mountain range before everyone.
This mountain range covered a vast expanse, its peaks rising and falling one after another until they stretched beyond the limits of sight.
Yet unlike the vibrant rainforest, not a blade of grass grew on these peaks. They were as barren as the ancient Wilds.
Most strangely, everything here, whether the ground or the rocks, was blood-red.
Several great blood-red rivers flowed through the towering mountains, and an aura of vital energy permeated the air, as if the entire mountain range were a corpse of flesh and blood.
Yet there was not the slightest stench in the