"The Qilin Saint was truly decisive in his actions—he left not even a blade of grass behind. Not a single living thing could be seen; every trace of life was gone."
Walking through the ruins, Ye Lin could not help but sigh.
There had previously been three guards at the gate alone, yet now they were all gone.
Beneath the rubble lay nothing but corpses.
Still, that was for the best. It saved him a great deal of trouble.
After making a full round of the area, Ye Lin plunged headfirst into the ruins beneath his feet.
His figure swiftly weaved through the rubble.
He had recalled that, according to the panel's description, Wang Zheng's opportunity had been obtained underground.
So it was only natural that there was nothing valuable on the surface. Perhaps the true treasures lay below.
As Ye Lin continued descending, the surrounding layers of stone began to change.
"What a dense smell of blood."
Ye Lin frowned slightly.
As he went deeper, an intense bloody stench constantly poured into his nostrils.
He was very familiar with this scent—it was the smell of fresh blood.
And it grew thicker and thicker. Even the surrounding rock layers had turned blood-red.
The next moment, Ye Lin arrived in an entirely new space.
This space was not large—very small, in fact, only around three or four square meters.
Yet at its center floated one Blood-Colored Bead after another.
The rich scent of blood came precisely from these Blood-Colored Beads.
Ye Lin slowly reached out, placing one of the Blood-Colored Beads in his hand, then silently sensed the power within.
The Blood-Colored Bead contained an incomparably terrifying amount of blood qi.
"It's this dense... The blood qi within this must have required the slaughter of countless billions upon billions of living