Among the Blood Race, there was one being who was especially different from the rest.
Chen Changan noticed him at a glance. If he wasn't mistaken, this one was probably the so-called leader of the Crimson Blood Tribe.
Still, Chen Changan wasn't sure whether such a unique being would even have a leader.
Chen Changan ended his cultivation. The Blood Race gathered around him once again tossed over the Crimson Blood Sacred Fruits they had found.
Da Huang and Fan Tianhua scrambled to put them away, as if competing to see who could act faster.
As one Blood Race member after another chose to take their own lives, Chen Changan let out a helpless sigh.
In the end, he still hadn't managed to figure out the purpose behind these people's existence or the reason for their behavior.
Chen Changan had given up all hope when he saw the leader of the Crimson Blood Tribe walking toward him.
The other party didn't choose to take his own life. Instead, he knelt before Chen Changan and lowered his head.
Seeing this, Chen Changan furrowed his brow, but the other party said nothing.
Then Chen Changan saw him place his hand on top of his own head, as if trying to hint at something.
"Could he be telling me to put my hand on his head, so I can receive some information?"
The moment Chen Changan placed his palm on the other party's head, a stream of information appeared in his mind.
After receiving it, Chen Changan only grew even more... confused.
Once the information transfer ended, the leader of the Crimson Blood Tribe disintegrated into dust, leaving behind a massive crystal.
Seeing Chen Changan's puzzled expression, everyone grew curious.
"Changan, what's wrong?" Mu Yunyao asked curiously.
"This Crimson Blood Tribe really is