His attempt to steal a chicken had cost him a handful of rice instead. Not only had he been captured, but the Plague Miasma Patriarch had sold him out. Lu Feng regretted it so bitterly that his guts had turned green, yet no matter how he racked his brains, he could find no way out.
After turning the nine thousand blood slaves into blood pills, Green Wood carried Lu Feng southeast. His wood-attribute true qi was extraordinarily powerful, and his speed was astonishing. Mountains and rivers vanished from sight in an instant.
After flying at this tremendous speed for a day and a night, Lu Feng was brought to an exceedingly strange mountain range. At a glance, it was the sort of barren mountains and treacherous waters spoken of in legends. Demonic qi surged into the sky everywhere, and bloodlike rivers could be seen flowing in every direction.
Green Cloud carried Lu Feng around for a while, until a vast bank of dense mist appeared ahead. Through it, the thunderous roar of a waterfall could faintly be heard.
Upon entering the thick mist, an overpowering stench of blood struck them, enough to make anyone vomit.
This bloody stench was unlike that of the Blood Sea. It smelled more like putrid pus, as though pairs of claws were digging inside one's belly, desperately scooping things out.
Once they passed through the mist and Lu Feng saw what lay before him, he felt cold radiating from every direction, and goosebumps cascaded over his skin.
Black mountains surrounded them, bare of vegetation, with countless rotting corpses faintly visible among them.
Between the mountains, a long, bloodlike river wound its way toward them, plunging over a cliff into a red waterfall that crashed into a deep pool below.
Great quantities of shredded flesh and