A woman in a blood-red dress stood with a slender, graceful figure, her straight, jade-like legs intermittently visible beneath the slitted hem.
After seeing Lin Fan, her dark eyes brightened, but she suddenly said urgently, "Leave. Quickly."
However, the moment her voice fell, a ghastly, pale, icy hand suddenly landed on Han Yan's shoulder, instantly turning her pretty face deathly white.
Within the deep-red Blood Mist, a figure slowly emerged. He wore a Golden Mask and a black robe, and his entire body radiated an eerie aura.
"Lin Fan, it's been a long time."
A hoarse, low voice rang out.
Lin Fan's expression shifted slightly. He moved his gaze from Han Yan to the figure behind her and frowned. "Demon Cultivator, Shi Tao."
"A nostalgic form of address."
Beneath the Golden Mask, a pair of eyes glared with icy menace. "I have a more complete Talisman Inheritance than Master Ruan. Do you want it?"
Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly but said nothing.
His thoughts raced like lightning, and several key pieces of information quickly connected.
When Ghost Mother Wuji had previously stormed into the Demon Vein Desolate Land, even Yuan Tu, the former Peak Master who had betrayed the Blood Demon Sect, had died miserably. Yet Shi Tao and Han Yan, both Demon Cultivators, had vanished without a trace.
Even the old monster King Yan had not known whether the two were alive or dead. Now, it seemed they had hidden in the secret realm and escaped disaster.
However, whether it was Han Yan or Shi Tao, both gave Lin Fan an extremely strange feeling.
The secret realm was filled with hidden dangers at every step, and terrifying Mutated Divine Statues wandered about. How had the two entered the secret realm, and how had they avoided layer upon layer