Not long after, Qin Ming saw a dragon skull. The bone was dull and decayed, with a terrifying fist-sized hole on its head, holding a rotting severed hand in its mouth that still emitted a foul stench.
Qin Ming's brow furrowed deeply. No wonder this place is called the Forbidden Zone; the signs all pointed to something extraordinarily unusual.
In the distance, a foul odor permeated the air. It was a blood-colored lake where mist surged, and staring at it made one feel dizzy and unsteady.
"This is truly sinister. The blood lake is decayed and putrid, yet it still affects one's spiritual will?"
Qin Ming avoided it from a distance and continued his journey alone.
He sighed inwardly, thinking of his good brothers Xiang Yiwu and Wu Yaizu, who had gone far away. Otherwise, they could have explored together. Li Qingyue and Jiang Ran must have already set out. Now from the group of the Emperor's Five, only he remained.
