As Ye Xiaofan gradually calmed down, he temporarily set aside the sisters and carefully sensed the strangeness around him.
Everywhere he looked was blood-red, as if he had entered a world dyed in blood.
The leaves were blood-red, the tree trunks were blood-red, even the ground beneath his feet was a sea of blood-red, as if stepping down would release endless blood.
Ye Xiaofan had already noticed this scene early on, but initially didn't delve into it, as the Martial Soul Continent was not devoid of blood-red vegetation.
However, until this moment, he realized how wrong these blood-red colors seemed, especially the hue on the leaves, which appeared unusually bewitching.
"Blood-red trees?"
Ye Xiaofan approached a towering tree and looked up, only to see it blot out the sun, reflecting the sky in blood.
After a moment of thought, Ye Xiaofan took out the Luoyu Sword and gently swung it, letting the sharp blade cut through the bark to see what was inside.
