Strictly speaking, Qin Yu had underestimated the determination of Li Hongyi and the others. They saw the blood field and also sensed the dangers hidden within it, yet after a brief pause, they still chose to enter.

After paying the price with the death of two monks, they came to realize how incredibly stupid it was to fly over the blood field.

After rushing into the red snow and passing through the layers of ice, they used up a great deal of energy and escaped the terrifying creatures up above.

At this time, even the formidable Li Hongyi started to feel grief. The others were all injured.

A flame silently burned above their heads. It released heat but didn’t melt the snow, only forming an invisible repulsion that shoved away the red snow to form an empty space and also isolated their auras.

The corpses of two cultivators were placed in front of them. Zhuo Han looked away and slowly said, “We must process the corpses of these two fellow daoists. Otherwise, once the smell of blood is revealed, it will bring about a great deal of trouble.”

He took a breath and said, “I need another fellow daoist to exit with me and bury them.” He swept his eyes around. “I...