The crimson land was the reason the Blood Plains had managed to get its name. When the breeze swept through the lands, the blood-red grass swayed and a magnificent scene was visible. The plains rippled like waves travelling through a scarlet ocean, and a weird stench worse than the smell of blood filled the lands.

Lin Xiaoying was obviously unable to adapt to the smell as she scrunched her face up into a ball.

“What’s wrong?” Huang Xiaolong asked.

“I’m fine!” Lin Xiaoying forced a smile and continued, “I’m not a spoiled brat!”

As he nodded slowly, Huang Xiaolong led her deeper into the Blood Plains.

Even though the Blood Plains wasn’t as dangerous as the Burial Ground, it was still a forbidden region in the Ghost Devil City. Huang Xiaolong didn’t...